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He had things pretty good, Vimes reminded himself. He had a good life here on magical-island-with-a-funny-name. He had a police force, the best he'd ever led. He had the rule of law that held fairness above all else, something he would never have achieved in Ankh-Morpork. He had, as Sergeant Angua had so graciously reminded him, his family. He was fine. Everything was fine.
Then why couldn't he stop looking over his shoulder? Why couldn't he shake the feeling that if he blinked, it would all come crashing down? People kept disappearing - who would be next?
"Da!" His son's shout broke him out of reverie, destroying the melancholy moment of smoking his cigar on the Compound steps. Sam came racing up the path, his mother not far behind.
"Looklooklooklooklook what I found!"
Then why couldn't he stop looking over his shoulder? Why couldn't he shake the feeling that if he blinked, it would all come crashing down? People kept disappearing - who would be next?
"Da!" His son's shout broke him out of reverie, destroying the melancholy moment of smoking his cigar on the Compound steps. Sam came racing up the path, his mother not far behind.
"Looklooklooklooklook what I found!"