“Did you see all the choices of pizza on that menu?” Dennis said incredulously as he pointed to the serving station. “I don’t think I’ve heard of at least half of those!”
“Hey, I’m just glad they take money from our time,” Blaise answered him before taking a large bite of her slice. “Otherwise, we’d have been screwed!”
Harwood and Marc said nothing, their mouths too full of the vegan pizza they were chewing heartily on.
They was no sign of the woman they were told to find at the imports gallery. To try and get their minds off it, Dennis and Blaise offered to buy them dinner.
It was at the cafeteria that Marc saw something that caught his attention. Standing up, he wandered over to an ancient-looking statue situation by the window.
“Whoa…” The very presence was dominating to him. The other three came over to see just what was so fascinating.
Harwood crossed his arms, apparently curious about the piece as well. “Marc, can you find the initials on this? Without breaking anything, at least?”
Then came Marc surveying the piece, finding the initials near the bottom. “Here they are! The initials are H.C., and what looks like Chinese characters. ”
A proud look came upon Harwood’s face now. It was one that meant he was very much aware of who made this.
“Nanyi zhixin,” was all he could whisper. “To think it’s managed to last into this era…”
Shark watched with a little grin as Sagebear was attended to by a few robots. She looked to be having the time of her life as she was bathed and then combed. One robot was even massaging her back and limbs.
“Oh, you’re such a spoiled dog, aren’t you, Sagebear?” He was still smiling, happy that she was enjoying her treatment.
When it was done, Sagebear hopped down from the table she was on, and tottered over to him. She looked so clean and shiny.
Shark then patted his thighs to get her to jump up into his lap. Nearby, Sinbad was clearly not as taken with technology as Sagebear was.
“Do you require assistance with your culinary endeavor, sir?” A robot said to him as he was working with some chunks of meat and cheese.
Sinbad just scowled at it. “Take a hike, tin can! Only one person can make a hamburger the way my fiance likes it, and that’s me! Now beat it!”
After the robot was shooed away, Shark watched as Sinbad began to pan-fry the meat he had now formed into a large patty. Then he scratched behind Sagebear’s ears.
“Maybe Daddy Sinbad will make you a burger after he’s done with mine. Sound good?” Sagebear just barked to that, as if in agreement.
While she was on her way back to the imports gallery, Amelia caught sight of her twin sister leaning against the front door.
“Amara?” Setting her basket down onto a nearby picnic table, she began to wring her hands in apprehension. “Is something the matter?”
“Uh-huh,” Amara answered while shaking her head. “Just wanted to see if you had a new client in earlier.”
Now it was Amelia’s turn to shake her head. “No, I’m just coming back now. Why? Was it an important client?”
Scratching underneath her eyepatch, Amara shrugged her shoulders. “I guess you could say that. Remember those books Mister Relevart told us to read?”
That seemed a rather random topic to bring up, but Amelia said that she did.
“Why?” She asked now. “Do you think what they’re saying is going to come true? Is there any way to stop it?”
Amara frowned. “I think given who I met today, it’s too late for that. Just gotta roll with it as it comes to us, I guess…”
Trying not to lose his temper, Emit watched as The Builder pulled out random books and threw them on the floor in a mess.
“Do be careful with those! Many of my pieces of literature are quite old and valuable! I would hate for them to be destroyed so carelessly.”
“Says the guy that looks like Rick Sanchez had a one-night stand with TRON,” The Builder retorted before just pushing down an entire bookshelf. “Got any future booze?”
Emit yanked at his hair and growled. He felt as though he were speaking with a naughty child.
“No, I do not. Now would you please refrain from further destroying my study? Your actions are going to drive me mad!”
The Builder just snorted at his declaration. “No way you’re gonna go crazy. I know crazy, my assistants are crazy. Hell, my wife’s crazy!”
They just raised their arms in a ‘what can I do?’ gesture, and gave an insincere little grin. “Poor wifey, always serving tea to stuffed dollies in a prison cell. She’s so far gone, I tell you!”
Given the tone they were using here, The Builder sounded quite pleased with this, if a tad dramatic. Then they shook it off and stood next to Emit again.
“And come on! You’re the Keeper of Time! Surely you can just get another copy of…” They picked up a book on the floor and read the title out loud. “Bathroom Remodeling for Dummies? Okay, that’s weird.”
Throwing the book back onto the floor, they led Emit out of the now very messy study. Supposedly, it was to discuss something of the utmost importance.