“Just in time for what?” Fiona asks as a sudden shroud of
wariness settles around her shoulders.
“Something of an altercation, I do believe,” the Author replies,
a shiver of excitement seemingly possessing his spine.
“I don't want any trouble,” Fiona insists, “I just want to go
home.”
“No, no. No trouble,” the Author insists, “Just a mild
diversion to pass the time while the other two visitors to the Warp
find their exits.”
“Just so long as we're clear on that,” she insists. “Why did I
have to leave Larry down there?”
A darkness descends over the Author as he tells her “I may align
myself with that preening fool when matters suggest it's expedient,
but I will not permit his minions observe my daily dalliances.”
