Aug 13, 2010 06:22
"Uh oh," says the Pie Maker upon entering Xanadu with a blink and a look of not-quite surprise which then quickly morphs into a look of not-quite confusion. His expression exhibits for display a less than welcome one to the street he finds himself in, full of several strange looking cars that are absolutely not his own.
Though the Pie Maker had come into contact with a certain nexus once or twice before, they had only been brief flickerings, and the Pie Maker had mistakenly concluded that it had been a phase short-lived in his lifetime.
The Pie Maker was wrong, and he was wrong today, right now, at this very moment.
"Digby, I've a feeling we're not at the Pie Hole anymore."
The Golden Retriever named Digby whines at his feet in forlorn affirmation and Ned backs up, one hand in pocket, the other hand holding the one-armed man's fake arm (recently adapted for use in petting Digby) to prevent any Digby-touching mishaps, in an attempt to return the way he came.
"Chuck? I think we might have a bigger problem than-... Oh." Pause. Redundantly, "That's not the door to the Pie Hole. This is definitely happening again. Okay. Uh, uh... don't panic. You can probably get back. Probably."
Ned panics.
*criminal minds,
*maou,
*pushing daisies