CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
So,” said Beams, standing beside Mr. Space in the elevator that was taking them up to the highest level of HQ. “This is HQ.”
“What?” said Mr. Space, glancing at Beams.
“I said, this is HQ,” said Beams. He gestured out the window in front of them. “That is, I mean.”
What Beams was talking about was the massive park visible out the front window of the elevator they ascended. The park reminded Beams of the pictures of Central Park in New York City he had seen a while ago, except it was far more fantastical than that place. Massive oak trees dotted the park, while strange-looking fauna that had to be from alternate universes and other planets covered the whole park like a blanket. A large stream ran through the middle, its branches forking off into different directions to
