The sun has come up and the night has passed uneventfully in the Bookstore. As RJD opens the doors and makes himself an omelet for breakfast, he idly wonders if anybody on Misc Street died a horrible death at the hands of Vampires overnight.
Daniel politely declines the brownies. His hand/eye coordination and judgement has been bad enough recently without any visits to a higher plane of existence.Daniel, here's some brownies if you want them - Don't give one to Soda or any of the customers.
Definitely not. I am only here to help.** Jenee crosses over to the other window and looks out ** Do you think this whole time displacement has to do with that guy in the bookstore...?
Damn. I should have seen this coming.
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