[Jan has to put her hand over her mouth to avoid laughing at the carpet flex. okay, point taken. the trip back to the point where the natives have collected some of the spare furniture isn't such a bad walk across the soft sand, though Jan winces a bit at how it gets between her toes. living in a desert state never accustomed her to sand; California's not quite the same kind of desert as Agrabah, and anyway, that's what sidewalks are for.

when they arrive, the furniture's been picked over pretty thoroughly, but the painting she had in mind is still there. it does look rather like the view while flying.]

well wouldja lookit that, its still here