“Come on, Henry, you can do it!” Boris and Alice called from the other side of the room, cheering on their creator.
Said creator closed his eyes and took a deep breath. They had told him that this should be easy, and he should have no trouble with it. Of course they would say that; they’d been created as toons, this would be as easy as breathing for them.
Breathing out slowly, Henry reached round the back of himself and grasped at… nothing. He flexed his hand a little and moved it around slightly, fishing for anything to be there. But, just like the last dozen times he’d tried, there was nothing there.
“I can’t do it,” Henry shook his head and retracted his arm from behind his back. He shrugged at his two creations before huffing in defeat. “I can’t find anything. I guess I just don’t have my own Hammerspace since I’m not a real toon.”
The toons looked at each other with thoughtful looks on their faces,