Camilla had mentioned a bookstore in their last conversation*. It seemed a misnomer to call it as such as the definition of a store, as Joe understood it to be, was a place where things were bought but in the airport whatever the "store" offered was free.

He was picking through the books that sat on the shelf like little soldiers waiting to be ( Read more... )

Bored to tears, Camilla had gone rummaging in the gift shop to find a game to play. She'd played so much solitaire she was beginning to develop an irrational dislike of some of the face cards. It was there that Mr. Wednesday found her again ( Read more... )

Inspired by the knowledge that a madman who wanted to turn them all into zombies was loose in the terminal, Edison had been very busy trying to find a way out. Of course, the process mostly consisted of trying all the things he'd already tried shortly after his arrival, only with a newfound fervor ( Read more... )

To say Joe was back in business would be a gross misnomer. Camilla had been anything but business as usual. Camilla had been anything but business, period ( Read more... )

So, this was the end of the line for old Gigolo Joe, thought the mecha as he sat stiffly in the seat of the amphibicopter next to the authorities that had dragged him in. When the time had come Joe didn’t think his last feelings would be toward David, but they were. He found himself hoping? Yes, hoping, that David would somehow find his blue fairy ( Read more... )