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towering storm clouds. The invasion has started? She looks at her watch. A pale shadow indicates its absence from her wrist. That’s right. She took it off. Something to do with all that time travel, transformations, dimension-hopping, and the need to take a bath, no doubt. Maybe we can probe her mind from here. Tease her name from her frontal lobes, at least. X-ray vision might reveal her business card. We could send an emissary to ask around. The gnome is suckling on the knob of one of the lids. How he got it in his mouth without making that