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Long Distance (Battle Creek)
Russ looked at the box on his desk holding the last of the miscellaneous crap that he was going to drag out of here, sparing a glance at the desk that used to be Holly's; things kept changing, even if you had stretches--decades even--when everything stayed the same.
He looked at the door as Milt swung in, saying "Hey, let's go; the FBI waits for no man." With a shrug, Russ stood up, grabbed the box, and headed out to take up his new job with the FBI in Detroit.
Not Forever (Forever)
Henry slid the letter into the envelope, stamped and addressed to Jo. It was best to do it this way, he told himself firmly; it just wouldn't do to pull another poor mortal soul into his dreadful morass of immortality.
Shouldering his bag, he looked around one last time at the empty antique store, with only one drop-leaf desk left behind to bear witness to Abe's passion, and walked out the door to whatever his new life would bring.
Russ looked at the box on his desk holding the last of the miscellaneous crap that he was going to drag out of here, sparing a glance at the desk that used to be Holly's; things kept changing, even if you had stretches--decades even--when everything stayed the same.
He looked at the door as Milt swung in, saying "Hey, let's go; the FBI waits for no man." With a shrug, Russ stood up, grabbed the box, and headed out to take up his new job with the FBI in Detroit.
Not Forever (Forever)
Henry slid the letter into the envelope, stamped and addressed to Jo. It was best to do it this way, he told himself firmly; it just wouldn't do to pull another poor mortal soul into his dreadful morass of immortality.
Shouldering his bag, he looked around one last time at the empty antique store, with only one drop-leaf desk left behind to bear witness to Abe's passion, and walked out the door to whatever his new life would bring.