Our new home in Wyrd is not on a road, so we hired a man to make a portal to the nearest city. I heard his noisy truck arrive this morning before I was up. The noise continued while he unloaded supplies, and I had time to make the coffee on before he knocked on the door.
Holding the plans in his hand, he asked, ‘Which wall does the portal go on?” Hmmm. I looked at the plan and could see that it wasn’t obvious. So I stepped outside and showed him the wall I had chosen. “This one,” I said, “and would you like some coffee?” “Sure,” he said, and followed me inside.
“How long you been here, ma’am?” “Ah, we just moved in. You can see I didn’t get the curtains up yet.” I poured his coffee, and then excused myself in a hurry, because I didn’t even have cream or sugar to offer him.
When I came back to the kitchen, he was already outside and I could hear some hammering. The whole job was finished much faster than I expected. “That was quick,” I complimented him. “Yup, portals are my specialty. And, they save more energy than those expensive electric cars.” I paid his bill and promised to recommend him to the neighbors. “But, ma’am, you should try it while I am still here, to be sure you know how to get back through the portal.” So I did.
Stepping through the portal, which was marked Cyberpunk Garden, I was whisked away to a central portal station, surprisingly well landscaped.
But, the portal installer was right, I had no idea how to get back.
Luckily another couple was there, and they said, “Oh, that must be a new door!” And I turned around, and sure enough, the portal door to my home at Wyrd was marked with a sign, Wyrd Town Center. So I stepped back in, and arrived back at home quickly, even surprising the installer. “Give me a call if you need any other work done,” he said, and then drove off. And I went back through the portal to do some grocery shopping.