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the signing room.   He looked up and down the hallways but he couldn’t remember which direction he had come from.
               
    He pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through the contacts and found Natalie’s number.   He hit dial and put the phone to his ear.   Nothing happened.   He looked at the display, it said “Calling” but he did not hear any ringing.   He hung up and tried again, this time waiting while the display read “Calling.”   Still nothing.
                
    Shit.
               
    With only two choices, he picked left and started walking.   After rounding a corner he came to a door that opened to a stairwell.   It only went up and since he really did not have a better option he went up them.   At the first landing he came to a door and went through it.
               
    He stood in a giant open room filled with glass displays.   Shatner walked to the case next to the fire exit he had just come through.   It was filled with small microphones, the kind you clip onto a shirt lapel.   Each one had a place card with a show name and date on it.   It took a moment before the significance dawned on him.   The cards were all shows that he was a guest on and the date was when he was there.   The microphones were the very mics he wore on the shows.   
               
    He turned around and looked at the other cases.   They held costumes, props, toys, and other memorabilia.   Shatner was in a museum dedicated to himself .  
               
    There were six other people in the area Shatner was in and they were all now staring at him.   Shatner quickly moved to the far end of the room where there was a doorway leading into the museum’s next exhibit.  
     
    There was also a magazine rack set up holding a display of convention programs, their fronts were a full-cover image of Shatner with his charming smile.  
    Shatner grabbed one of the programs.   He held it up to his face to block peoples’ views as he quickly moved deeper into the museum.

 
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    Captain Kirk walked with a confident stride.   The hall was filled with people worried about the blast they had just heard and felt.   Most paid Kirk little mind, a few complimented him on his costume.
               
    Kirk eyed the people and wondered what kind of world he was on where people wore such outlandish outfits.  
               
    He spied at the end of the hall someone in a red Starfleet uniform.   Kirk sprinted down the hall, dodging around the convention goers.  
               
    “Thank…God,” Kirk said placing his hand on the man’s shoulder, “I…thought...I…was the only one stranded here.”
               
    The portly man stood a foot taller than Kirk.   He sneered at Kirk.
               
    “What’s…the…situation,” asked Kirk.
               
    “You mean the noise?   I don’t know man.   The people running the con say a generator in the basement overloaded.   You mind taking your hand…”
               
    “Hold…on,” Kirk interrupted.   He pulled out his phaser and pointed across the hall, “a Klingon!”
               
    The man looked and there was someone standing in a costume modeled after the Klingons on the Original Series.   The “Klingon” saw them looking and arched a large eyebrow.   He laughed and jokingly raised his plastic disrupter.
               
    “Watch out,” yelled Kirk as he raised and fired his phaser.   The Klingon screamed in anguish as his body disintegrated.  
               
    People all around began screaming and running to get away from the madman with a laser-gun.
               
    “Come.”   Kirk again grabbed the Starfleet officer’s shoulder, “let’s…move on.”
               
    Kirk started running down the hallway and the man followed, afraid of what would happen if he did