The Merman, My Man
Still, I breathed a sigh when I found both my Swiss Army knife and the black scale in my pocket—holding onto the scale and stroking it, I asked, “Did your scale protect me?”
Keeping his eyes on me, Dicken nodded and put a webbed paw on my oxygen mask, mystically passing through it to directly touch my face. His palm was dank and cool, and he lifted my chin so that I was looking straight into his eyes. He then said slowly, “Yeah, it’s incorruptible, Linda—keep it safe. I will lead you to the portal, but it’s showing signs of damage and you could fall into any dimension where I exist. However, this scale keeps a record of everything about me, including your existence… When you see the me of an