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“Please tell me you know where we are.”

“Oh, God, please tell me you know where we are,” I said.

“Of course, I do,” Anderson said. “As you said, I am God.

“Oh Lord,” I prayed silently. “One day, I beg you to make murder legal. ‘Cause right now, my friend needs it.”

“Well, look, stupid,” I said to Anderson. “Why don’t you use your God-like powers and get us the hell out here.”

When he didn’t’ answer I looked up at him. The horror that was on his face was tangible even in the moonlight. I looked in the direction he was staring that drained all color and humor from his face. Approaching us was a polar bear.

“We need to go,” he said in a whisper.

“You think?” I said aggravated. “We’re only in the arctic, at night, with nothing on.”