When I woke up, the sun had left and there was a chill in the breeze. Something moved, something from behind a bush. "Who's there?" I asked, my voice scarce above a whisper. The Something moved, again, and I dared to creep closer.

"I thought you would ask 'what' first." the Something replied. I heard a faint accent, one that I couldn't place.

My momentary shock passed. "In my world, that's a perfectly normal response, because if it doesn't answer, than it is not 'who', but a 'what' and it won't understand you in the first place. It won't answer, and you will be not at all worse off."

"Ah, but you are not on your world anymore."

"Well, who and what are you?" I asked, frowning. "You have evaded the question."

"I," the Something began, "do not have a name. But as to what I am, I won't reveal, yet. But I know who and what you are. You are Clover Grace Thompson, and you are both a writer and a scientist, as well as a sort of mathematician. You also like nature, animals, and woodwork. I could talk more, but I doubt I need to tell you about yourself."

"No, you don't. Please, will you show yourself? And how do you know so much about me?" I kneeled down, and put my hand towards the bush. "And you must have some sort of name!" Something moved, and finally it came out, turning out to be no more than an insect. "Why! You are a Goliath Beetle!" I exclaimed.

"I am more than a bug. I am your guide. And I have been reading your book while you were asleep. I was just waiting for you to wake up." The giant insect crawled towards me, and I took it on my hand.

"Oh!" I said. "Please, are you a he or a she? Then we can give you a name."

"I am a he. And as for a name, I think one will come when it will. Until that time, you can call me something, anything. I don't think I need to tell you, however, not to be derogatory."

"Then for now... you are Something." I smiled. "You said... you are my guide. Where are you going to lead me? I need to find this... queen."

"Queen Alli! Yes, yes, that is my job. Come, let us go." I put Something on my shoulder, and grabbing my jacket and stuffing my book, pencils, pens, erasers, and such into their places behind my ear, in pockets, and stuffed down my sock.

It was getting darker, but Something insisted that we travelled. "We will be at a place where you can get food and shelter before morning, I hope. Anyway, you have just slept most of the day away."

"Alright." I sighed. "Which way?"

The End

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