Conditional Reality

Corkscrew Speakeasy was all in a twist over her stuttering, which eventually got so bad she simply refused to converse at all and instead took to drinking substantial quantities of wine. Thus pleasantly marinated, and to her surprise, she began to channel a spirit who lived at the center of the Earth. Hello air dwellers, Corkscrew would say in perfectly unstuttered speech, how’s the weather up there? Her friends liked hearing the spirit’s words. Hot enough down there for you? they asked the spirit, by way of Corkscrew. I miss my life, said Corkscrew. C-c-c-can you f-f-find it f-f-for me?