Final Episode! Vera works for a company called Loan Some, that loans out friends to the lonely and for other events. Previously… Vera agreed to help the world’s worst magician with the Aztec Lady trick. Readers voted for Vera to saw the rope with the tip of the sword in order to free her hands.
A few ideas ran through Vera’s head. Kick down the door? Gnaw on the rope with her teeth? Scream at the top of her lungs? None of these seemed like great options, but she tried each of them to no avail.
However, seeing the exposed blade of the sword gave her an idea that she thought just might work. She angled her wrist so the tip of the sword rested against the rope, and then moved back and forth like a saw until the rope frayed, freeing her hands.
“Yes!” she yelled, even though she knew no one was there to hear her. After being freed, she twisted her wrists back and forth to relieve the tension, as they were all red and blistered from the friction of the rope.
All she had to do was push the door now. Or so she thought.
As she leaned her weight against the Aztec Lady door, it had the same effect as if she were attempting to move the Empire State Building. She punched it. Nothing. It almost felt like it was sealed. She sighed. What was she going to do?
With freed hands, she still had one option. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and scrolled to a name on her Favorites list.
“Vera?” said a male voice.
“Hi. Yeah, it’s me. I need your help.”
From inside the Aztec Lady structure, she heard the door of Romeo’s house open.
“Vera?” said the male voice again.
“In here!” she yelled.
Suddenly, the door of the box opened, revealing the gentleman whom Vera had called: Greg Goodman. Vera fell out of the box and into Greg’s arms.
“Thank you so much,” she said, her head buried in his chest.
“You’re free now,” he said, kicking the Aztec Lady door shut with his foot.
“I know. You have no idea how weird that was. I wondered if anyone would ever find me.”
“No,” he said, pushing her away from his body. “You’re free now.”
Vera looked into Greg’s eyes and saw pain. Greg pursed his lips, turned around, and walked away.
“Greg, wait. I’m sorry.”
But it was too late. He was already out the door, leaving Vera sitting alone in the house of a magician who had gone missing.
Maybe calling Greg wasn’t the best idea, thought Vera. Especially since she hadn’t talked to him since they had taken a break to decide whether she wanted to live with him or not. She sat down on a chair and hung her head in her hands.
Just then, she heard a knock at the Aztec Lady door. From the inside. Vera let out a scream. “Hello?” said a voice inside the box.
“Hello?” Vera answered, rising from her seat in alarm.
“It’s me. Romeo.”
Vera opened the door of the Aztec Lady, gingerly, like the box was made of hot metal. Romeo came rolling out, breathing in and out like he had just run a marathon.
“Well, that wasn’t how it was supposed to go.”