Silas the Black shoved The White Idol back into the closet and leaned against the door. The damned thing kept trying to escape. This wasn’t the most secure location to keep it, but until he could hand it over to
The Time Traveler, it would have to do.
He pulled out his list of things to do; it never seemed to end. All the things in history that nobody could account for, all the impossible deeds that people asked “who could do that?” - well, he got saddled with them all. He thought he’d made such a great deal when he’d traded his original name. Man, what an idiot he’d been.