Chapter 14, or, How I learned to stop worrying and ignore the plot-holes....

"Uh, Timothy?" Yolanda asked as they rode down the main street of Gore on Timothy's pushbike, the baseball card clicking in time with the squeaking of the back wheel.
"I told you to go before we left," Timothy complained as he pedalled.
"No, its not that," Yolanda said, "Where are the docks? Isn't Gore completely landlocked?"

Timothy stopped pedalling, and let the bike glide to a stop as the implications of this glaring hole in the plot became all too obvious. Grabbing out his handy pocket-sized travel-edition New Zealand atlas, he flicked to the contents, found Gore, and flipped to the appropriate page.

By gum! Yolanda was right! Not only was Gore not on the coastline, it was nowhere near the sea. How could anyone have made such a glaring oversight? Weren't authors supposed to have more geographical knowledge than that?

Calming down, he remembered the amusement park scene and noted to himself ruefully that in all honesty there was probably not one of them in Gore either...

... or a 'Sewer-View' Apartment block...

...or even 'Fun-Fun Street'...

There was a river nearby, however. There probably wouldn't be any docks on it, but at least it was water...

His mind made up, Timothy replaced the atlas in his pocket, decided to ignore the dock problem, and just trusted the authors to make sure there was one when he arrived at the river.

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