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If Ray were at home, he'd be calling his sister to ask if he could come visit his nephews a little early this week, but he's not. He's not going home until he's discharged his obligations to Agent Zed and to Garion. He's just SURE that if he tries he's going to wind up in some whackjob universe where, oh, Ivo Shandor is still alive or there's a Cthulhu cult in full swing or something... yeah, not what he wants to have happen right now. So he's in the Bar instead, and he's got several fanny-pack type units of technology laid out on his table, and he's got a mug of something caffeinated roughly the size of his head, and he's looking speculatively at other patrons.
Deciding who to ask about throwing rocks is a tricky thing sometimes.
Deciding who to ask about throwing rocks is a tricky thing sometimes.