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Hugo and Lefty snuck through the floor plates into the cockpit.
"How do you know where we're going, Hugo?"
"When we were staying with Taylor, I snuck a peek at his library. He had a set of blueprints for a Grumman Goose."
"Wow. He had everything in that library."
"Everything but the Woola Sutra."
"What's that?"
"Um. Sort of an instruction manual. For knitting."
"Are there pictures? I'm not too good with books unless there are pictures."
"Oh, yeah! There are pictures." Hugo paused, briefly lost in happy reverie. He shook himself out and continued to move forward. "We've got to convince the big Wearer to let us help."
They skittered up into the cockpit, much to the surprise of Harv and Vivaldi, who said, "Just a thought. Holy crap!"
"Hey! It takes a lot of experience and living to get this holey, mac!" said Hugo.
"Hi!" said Lefty.
The big Wearer and the the Worrier looked at them, dumbfounded.
"Those socks are moving! On their own!" said Vivaldi.
"I've had sock that did that," said Harv.
"Yeah, but they stopped after you washed them. These guys look clean already. And I think they're trying to talk to us. Socks don't talk!"
"Neither do dogs, most of the time. I'm just sayin'."
"Look," said Hugo, "We can debate the reality of talking socks another time. We ahve to do something to save the beautiful Wearer! I've got a plan..."
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