The coin manThere is a man in the mountains who has a lot of money. Or it would likely seem a lot of money to you and me, but, given the unlikelihood that he'll ever spend any of it, the lot is less like a lot of money, and more like an enormous collection of coins. These coins are not particularly special; not to you and me; no particular countries of origin, no specific years, no arrangement, nothing unique.
He just likes coins.
He has a wooden house, but no beard to speak of, and he's had a wife- more than once. He doesn't spend a lot time around the town, but he usually has a smile and a wave at the ready.
He is very, very satisfied.
And he really has a lot of coins.
So longThe night is over
but we haven't fallen in love
The sun is sprinkling
more ~~magic than usual over the
bread, orange juice, kettle's ready
and you're going away
to wherever it is you go
I'll just be standing in the hall, then
Give it to me, IsabelleSomething wasn't right. And it was a really bad time for things not to be right.
"AV, did Jesse just teleport out of the town?"
"Yes. She did."
A really, really bad time.
"Can Jesse teleport?"
"No. No she can't."
It couldn't actually have been a worse time, in fact.
"And she definitely did it?"
"It was her own signal. She just... poofed... herself."
Silver was annoyed. He had one job, and suddenly it wasn't going well. He also hadn't had any breakfast. Ever.
"What will we do?"
AV was more surprised at this than he was at the unexpected exhibition of telepowers from Ms. Jesse. He wanted to be stern, and to take himself and Silver immediately to Reality Maintenance, but there wasn't going to be many more opportunities for pancakes. There really wasn't.
Off they went. It was a short walk to the establishment, and a sunny one. The barman was the only person inside; everyone else was out being bewildered at the disappearance of Jesse.
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