Meeting Murphy....
I have never ridden in a beetle before. When Harry mentioned that he drove a bug, I had to question. Did insects grow to such proportions that they can be rode like a horse or a buggy? I was uncertain and my comment caused the skull to laugh at me again. If I could feel annoyance, Bob would have been thrown out the window. Instead, Harry had to show me pictures and then I saw what he was talking about. Now I see the resemblance. It is a metal vehicle made of gears that took the place of the horse and carriage.
Slowly I am beginning to understand. Harry asked me to get in the car, yet I knew not how. I saw a handle, but it would not open. Harry must have sighed in frustration at me since he had to show me how to operate it. Since Harry refused to take me during the day since he mentioned that I would draw some unnecessary attention, we had to leave in the night. My joints clanked as I walked which only echoed louder when we were inside the parking garage, as he called this vast expanse of a paved underground structure that resembled a basement from what I could recall from my memory.
Harry said once that this place smelled terrible. I see not how. Nothing is alive in here. I suppose that was his point. There were nothing more than horseless carriages in this place.
Once inside the car, he asked me to put on the seat belt. I looked around me. I saw nothing that looked like a belt for trousers much less a belt for a seat. Why would a seat need a belt? Again, Harry had to help me. I suppose one would feel rather ridiculous for being so helpless in this time period. I have no feelings to crush nor pride to feel embarrassed. None that I can recall to my knowledge anyway.
Harry said something to me in the car that took me by surprise. He said to me that he had taken too many things for granted and he needs to remember that not everyone is going to know the same things as he. He mentioned to me that I was going to stay with the woman named Murphy. Such a strange name for a lady. I suppose I would feel improper for living under the same roof with a female, however I have no drive to think such improper thoughts. Bob on the other hand, chided me. He said that I was going to be her little slave. I blinked at his remark. His words hardly made any sense. I am only a ghost inside a doll. Bob said that she was going to teach me a few things, yet Harry said that it would be best not to talk or move once we reach her apartment.
Once we reached her place, I was told to go dormant. I did just as Harry had asked me to and became dead weight as he lifted me out of the car and carried me to her door. I reason that to many, it was quite a sight to see a man carrying a large doll up three flights of stairs.