"Why do I have to be the one who pulls the Rhino?" Loki asks, tugging the Rhino by the rope. "Move, faster, footstool."

The Rhino squeaks, yes this animal is a living squeak toy.

"Because you let him out in the first place." I said.

"I did not." Loki denies.

"It is middle of the night." I said. "And you're the only man who knew a Rhino escaped."

"Well, I landed right outside the Zoo." Loki said. "And the Rhino was running about." The Rhino bumps into the side of Loki. Loki glares down towards the Rhino. "Here,--" He shook the carrots in the Rhino's view. "--FETCH!"

Loki threw the carrots pretty far.

Shouldn't Loki be the smart one and I be the idiot one?, I thought, I suppose not.

"You do know that Rhinos love carrots like dogs love bones?" I reminded Loki.

"No." Loki said. "They're not that sophisticated enough--" The Rhino speeds after the carrot carrying Loki who is holding on to the rope for dear life. "Stop, you squeaking beast!"

I laugh.

But since he's a god and all; I better go after the Rhino to make sure Loki does not kill it.

"Don't kill the Rhino!" I shout running after the two.

"That sounds better and better by the minute." Loki remarks.

"Loki, you can't replace a Rhino!" I shout. "Rhinos have personality's, too!" It is the most absurd thing to come out of my mouth but today is crazy as I wave the pepper-spray in the air. "Zookeepers know their animals."

"He shouldn't have ran out his cage in the first place!" Loki said.

"You can't sway a Rhino from not going after a carrot, Mr I drop the scepter." I retort.

Okay about half an hour later we finally got the Rhino back into the zoo. The Rhino had to walk around a big clump of hay three times in a circle and finally laid down.I put the pepper-spray back into my black purse. I could tell Loki is eyeing at my pretty high heels sticking out partially raising a brow curiously.

"I like high heels." I said. "But not when I am running."

He looks down to the sneakers.

"The socks don't match the moccasins." Loki said.

"They're called sneakers." I said.

"It is the same meaning." Loki said.

"Moccasins mean leather small and bound items made from fur." I said. "Buffalo."

"Not exactly from Buffalo." Loki said. "I know of a tribe that uses the fur to dead large bats as mattresses for their recovering warriors. It is regarded as the magic blanket of healing." I make a snort turning away but then fall over a loose string from the sneakers. I landed on my face first. "What an unfortunate fall. You don't know how to tie the laces."

I get right up using a wall as some leverage to get up.

"You're the weirdest fictional character I ever met." I said.

"That would have been a flirt; but that isn't true." Loki said. "I know more odder people than you do."

I turn around.

"Really?" I said.

"Really." Loki said.

"Let me guess; they're all dead." I said.

"As it happens; they are not." Loki said. "They are young and some are old." He made a flicker using his hands that made the gates to the zoo become cleaner, brand new, and better than before.There are sparkles of greenness to it that almost made me think I am in a screwed up fairy tale. "I know of a school."

"Go on." I said.

"Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters." Loki said. "Quite a diverse bunch they are."

"..As in what kind of gifts?" I ask.

"Well, not the kind that Midgardians would take lightly." Loki said in a softer voice.

"Unnecessary deathly powers." I assumed. "That would not be lightly."

"There is only one that I know who can make people die by a touch." Loki said.

"Except, that can't kill you." I said.

"Precisely." Loki said, with a smug look. "I am a god."

"Well then." I said, folding my arms and stopping my tracks. "Stop avoiding the question and be a little more elaborate about the gift part."

Loki stares at me, briefly.

"Eh." Loki said, with a head shake. "No."

He walks right past as I gawk at him.

"Passing up over telling a pretty simple answer." I said,catching up. "You're getting me interested."

"I don't intend for you to be interested." Loki said. "You're a mortal. Powerless."

"You said gifted youngsters, damn it." I said. "That sounds really intriguing when gifted and youngsters are in the same sentence."

"Pass." Loki said, with a shake of his hand.

I get in the way.

"When are you going to tell an average woman who has no idea why the world is upside down?" I ask.

Loki frowns at the comment.

"The world is not upside down." Loki said. "No wonder your last name is 'Strange'. You have a strange fantasy life."

I tap my squeaky sneakers on the rocky yet perhaps bumpy floor.

"I mean; do I have to get into a freak science accident just to know what kind of gifts these youngsters have?" I said, rephrasing my question.

"When you thought pepper-spray would work against a Rhino." Loki said. "That is beyond stupid."

"I never met an animal that would love it." I said, as I stopped tapping my feet. "One time I accidentally...er..." I tap my fingers together. "Left the pepper-spray out in the living room and my brother's old cat got into it." Loki is laughing. "I mean, the cat was left blind for days. But despite it the cat knew where I was, so whenever I was around he would hiss at me and attempt to scratch me."

"You have poor luck with cats." Loki said, once he had stopped laughing.

"I like dogs better." I said.

"Look beyond the Zebra exhibit." Loki said, pointing off to the distance. "There is a flying mermaid!"

I look over and then in the next minute I am somewhere else. I am really, legit, somewhere else. I wasn't in the zoo but in a hotel in a chair. My blonde hair had somehow gotten into a tangled mess.I felt grouchy and in a bad mood. My sneakers were damp. My blouse is missing a button. My pants, on the other hand, look so fine that I possibly couldn't have fallen on the ground after being thrown into a world where I don't belong.

"Are you okay, Miss?" The Hotel Receptionist asks, by my side, I saw her name-tag read Edna Felon.

"I...I am okay." I said. "I just..." I pause. "Do I look as if someone just sent me through a wind tunnel?"

Edna nods.

"And your purse is..." Edna said, in a low yet high pitched voice.

I saw in red ink 'Who's not real now? Not me' with the initials 'LL'.

Loser Lobby, oh yes, what a perfect nickname for Loki.

"Damn it, Loser Lobby!" I said. "He's going to pay for ruining my good purse!"