"What should I see?" asked Ruby, clearly puzzled by MacFarlane's sudden changes of tack and thinking that he steers a water thief's course, sudden twists and turns to throw a follower off course, and he laughed, said: "it depends on whether you are looking at the liquid, in which case nothing, but through the liquid, you will see whatever is beyond the boundary of the glass, but to get back, I was an evil character then and had been for most of my life, and I'm not going to try to persuade you that I have changed, the reasons for my change being personal and private, but I'll jump to five years ago, here, because I had been considering what to do with Geneviève d'Eon, she had managed to get close to several friends of mine—well, friends isn't quite right, but they were useful in various ways—and I suspected she might speak rashly of me, and then I discovered that an occasional portal just a short distance away was faulty, it only opened once every fifty years, for about an hour or two, no more, and came here, strictly one way, some sort of short chicory," and Ruby queried, "circle?" and MacFarlane muttered, "heterophemy, I meant circuit, a short circuit, a tricky connection in the electronics of the Worm Hole, and as the opening was due soon, I devised a plan, put it into effect, set off as if to make an assignation with someone and she followed—oh, she was always very good, indeed sometimes I could only sense what I assumed was her distant presence, and I may have been wrong—and on this occasion I made sure that she could keep me in view, until I reached a corner, ducked, disappeared and after a few heartbeats, she followed, well, I had hidden just inside and she passed me, barely inches away, was caught in the flow of the Passage and vanished, and I ducked back out onto the pavement, and waited, forty-five minutes, and it was gone, closed up for another five years, and I knew she could never return, any attempt would be futile, she had no knowledge of America, no experience, no Map of the Worm Holes that I alone possess, so I was rid of her, forever! it was a time to celebrate and celebrate I did, but I won't say any more of that," but Ruby was leaning forward, staring at him, "you mean Lolly is this Geneviève d'Eon person, I don't believe it, she can't be, if d'Eon is a man, no matter how pretty-faced he is, I have seen Lolly naked. . . . ." she stopped, then continued, "although I told you I had seen her a few times in the restaurant, the truth is we were lovers, are lovers, oh, I know she and Jessica Muddler too, we don't have any secrets, for all it's progressive ways, it's acceptance of individuals, regardless of Species, Race, Religion, Age, Disability, Hanna Barbera isn't quite so liberal when it comes to sexual orientation, it may allow the Truck Stop to service the truckers carnal needs, and The Rec to satisfy the lusts and passions of a goodly number of it's citizenry, but those places are never mentioned, never spoken of or written about, you could read the Hanna Barbera Intelligencer every day forever and never find a mention of either the Truck Stop or The Rec, so far as the Intelligencer and it's readers are concerned, they simply don't exist—in point of fact, they are outside the Town Limits, literally, on the other side of the Freeway—so are never referred to in polite HB society, and nor are Gays, Lesbians, Bi-sexuals, etcetera, so we tend to keep ourselves to ourselves, heck, Jessica's Women's Group that Roger so graciously allows and encourages her to attend is actually a Lesbian Club, strictly Members Only, and Lolly herself only joined a couple of months ago, I'd been trying to get her into it for a long time, but she had held back, but I can assure you of this, Lolly is a woman, 100%"