"I should probably just tell you what the memory was. Maybe you can add something to it."
So he said as any implications about the lunch offer flew past him not unlike his counterpart who hadn't realized why the Ark would have needed two unicorn. It takes a little while for these concepts to sink in.
"I think we had some sort of disagreement. You were walking away down the road and I remember thinking I shouldn't just let you go. Everything would fall apart if you left. So I offered lunch and looked pathetic. I knew that would get you to turn around, especially once I said I owed you one, which I thought I did even though I couldn't remember how or when."
Anthony paused to lean just a little bit closer over the table.
"Now here's the part that might not make much sense. You answered, clear as anything Paris, 1793."
He paused waiting for that to sink in. He had heard a year. A very old year that didn't fit in with the 'now' or even apparently the 'then' in his dream.
"It doesn't make sense does it? I mean after that you and I walked over to a car together. A car! We couldn't have been anywhere near 1793 by then. Oh, and what a car! She was gorgeous! A 1933 3 ½-Litre Bentley! A beautiful grey color, not a scratch on her. Do you have any idea what one of those costs?"
Were Mr. Fell's eyes glazing over just a little bit at the car talk? Maybe it was just his imagination but he tried to move on with the rest of the story.
"Anyway, point is I agreed with you. The Reign of Terror, I said, then I asked if that was one of ours or one of yours. No idea at all what that could mean. Oh, and there was a cop there giving me a ticket but once his notepad exploded we were able to drive away without any trouble."
Anthony sat back, took a sip of his own drink, and scrunched his nose.
"Which is also odd when you think about it because I'm fairly certain that Bentley had a boot on the wheel. Eh, maybe he just hadn't fashioned it yet. So..."
His fork was recollected as he attempted to return to his meal but found himself watching his companion's face rather intensely again instead.
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So he said as any implications about the lunch offer flew past him not unlike his counterpart who hadn't realized why the Ark would have needed two unicorn. It takes a little while for these concepts to sink in.
"I think we had some sort of disagreement. You were walking away down the road and I remember thinking I shouldn't just let you go. Everything would fall apart if you left. So I offered lunch and looked pathetic. I knew that would get you to turn around, especially once I said I owed you one, which I thought I did even though I couldn't remember how or when."
Anthony paused to lean just a little bit closer over the table.
"Now here's the part that might not make much sense. You answered, clear as anything Paris, 1793."
He paused waiting for that to sink in. He had heard a year. A very old year that didn't fit in with the 'now' or even apparently the 'then' in his dream.
"It doesn't make sense does it? I mean after that you and I walked over to a car together. A car! We couldn't have been anywhere near 1793 by then. Oh, and what a car! She was gorgeous! A 1933 3 ½-Litre Bentley! A beautiful grey color, not a scratch on her. Do you have any idea what one of those costs?"
Were Mr. Fell's eyes glazing over just a little bit at the car talk? Maybe it was just his imagination but he tried to move on with the rest of the story.
"Anyway, point is I agreed with you. The Reign of Terror, I said, then I asked if that was one of ours or one of yours. No idea at all what that could mean. Oh, and there was a cop there giving me a ticket but once his notepad exploded we were able to drive away without any trouble."
Anthony sat back, took a sip of his own drink, and scrunched his nose.
"Which is also odd when you think about it because I'm fairly certain that Bentley had a boot on the wheel. Eh, maybe he just hadn't fashioned it yet. So..."
His fork was recollected as he attempted to return to his meal but found himself watching his companion's face rather intensely again instead.
"What do you make of that?"