And where do ya think you’re goin’?” came a growl from the corner.
Jackson jumped. “Oh, Stimple. Hi, Sir Shaw.” Sir Shaw nodded. Jackson stepped into the elevator, and the door closed. Stimple scowled.
“Took ya long enough,” muttered the tree troll.
“I was visiting Burt. Right where you left me,” Jackson said.
“I suppose she gave you a hard time too?”
“No, actually, it all worked out in the end. She’s really very sweet, you know.,” Jackson said.
Stimple scowled even harder and mumbled something about “friends” and “la dee da.”
With a whir and a churn and …
DING!
The elevator door opened.