Black like ink yet deep like a pool of black water inviting me further. I swore they were almost waving at me – jump in the water is fine. ‘Dan? O...h, right. The other Dan.’ She rubbed a hand between her legs. ‘Yes. I called the number the next day. It wasn’t you, only the writer. I liked him. He started a new story called ‘The Mirror of Love’. It’s about a man and woman in love from different dimensions. The man travels through a mirror to find her. They travel in marvelous ways until they find. His wife was already waiting for him, carrying a small parcel, and speaking to a short plump blonde who seemed to be the shop owner. She glanced across the street then put her hand on her husband’s mouth and pried it open. She then looked at his trousers and said something. The man, in his haste, had forgotten to button up his fly completely. She took him by the arm and dragged him away, looking once over her shoulder at the foggy street.After a few minutes Henri walked out of the alley onto. It was hard to say if he was listening. She plowed on."Since it's at least partly my fault, I won't cause any trouble for you, but I don't think it's appropriate that we work together anymore. I'll have you moved to someone else's project tomorrow. For tonight, let's just get all of this mess sorted out."She crossed her arms and waited. He didn't say anything. Eventually she said:"Well?" Well what?" Where is the mummy? How did you move it?" I told you, it went for a walk all on its own." We. "You're awake," she noted, "how are you feeling?" Much better. That was the most mental manipulating I have ever done at one time and I had no idea how draining it would be."There was still a bit of lethargy, but I saw no need to worry her."You probably should have spread it out a bit more, maybe just one or two a day." Hindsight's twenty-twenty. But I'm glad it's done. There's no way I could have slept while any of you weren't protected." If you're sure you're back a hundred percent, there's.