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It was going too slowly. Hiro felt guilty for it-- distracted by thoughts of his mission when he ought to be thinking of poor Charlie. That was why he was sitting in the bar with the last boxes of colorful paper and baskets full of cranes.
He was going to break the rules now. He knew it. But love makes a man foolish-- foolish enoguh to close his eyes, concentrate--
-- and maybe the Bar notice.
Those sensitive to shifts in the time stream might feel things go briefly sideways -- before the bar is decorated in dangling cranes in a thousand colors, each one different from the last.
On the other hand, the man who was behind them... Isn't there anymore.
Whoops?
[Hiro's gone! But enjoy the cranes till he returns -- in one form or another. They'll be up for the night, and then the Oompa Loompas will clear them away, unless people want to take them. Hiro himself will not be at this post; this is the close of the plot. Thanks for all those who folded in their tags!]
He was going to break the rules now. He knew it. But love makes a man foolish-- foolish enoguh to close his eyes, concentrate--
-- and maybe the Bar notice.
Those sensitive to shifts in the time stream might feel things go briefly sideways -- before the bar is decorated in dangling cranes in a thousand colors, each one different from the last.
On the other hand, the man who was behind them... Isn't there anymore.
Whoops?
[Hiro's gone! But enjoy the cranes till he returns -- in one form or another. They'll be up for the night, and then the Oompa Loompas will clear them away, unless people want to take them. Hiro himself will not be at this post; this is the close of the plot. Thanks for all those who folded in their tags!]