Thousand: Two Hundred Ninety-Four

continuum, could you take advantage of one of the many others?” “I’m on a mission,” Samuel says firmly. “So is a sperm,” says the girl. “Uh. Ed is around here somewhere. Ed Rumiere. The Mayor.” “Of what?” “I forget. But he’s the mayor of this. Place. Town. City. And he’s the one who sent me on the mission.” “Which is to lie in the way on the sidewalk?” “No.” Samuel glares at her shadowed face. “It involved drinking a lot of coffee.” “Does this mean you have to pee?” “Do you have to pee in the spirit world? Can’t you