NOTE: This falls more under Urban Fantasy than straight Science Fiction, though I guess it could be both. If I said this wasn’t influenced slightly by Neil Gaiman’s American Gods and Anansi Boys, I’d be lying. There’s probably more than a little Piers Anthony and Terry Pratchett in there too. (I steal from the best.) Oh, and the show Dead Like Me. Now that I think about it, there’s some of that in there as well.
This one was actually written back in 2013. I had the idea of a group of immortals sitting around a table at an Ihop -type restaurant…
On the surface, it looked like a typical Thursday morning at Dora’s All Day Breakfast. The counter was nearly full of men and women hurriedly wolfing down breakfast and coffee, some on their way to work or other appointments, others on their way home from work or other all-night activities. About half of the booths and tables were filled with couples and families enjoying a more leisurely morning meal. And, like a well-oiled machine, the handful of waitresses moved between the tables, the counter and the kitchen, bringing meals, taking away dishes and refilling coffee cups.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the breakfast hour, however, was a void, completely unnoticed by everyone in the cafe. It was a table with six chairs, right in the center of the activity. The waitresses walked around it, not even noticing it. The hostesses walked right past it to seat elderly couples and families with still half asleep children. And no one took any note of the one, lone figure sitting at the table.
The man looked about 30 and was dressed in slacks and a rather plain sweater. He had a calm, almost serene look on his face as he watched the ebb and flow of humanity around him. After all this time, people still fascinated him as they went about their daily lives, doing all those things humans do. He enjoyed watching them on any day, but this day was special and he knew not one of those individuals whirring around him knew it, or would ever know it.
He had been watching about 15 minutes when another man walked into the cafe. He was totally ignored by the hostess at the door, but it didn’t matter. He made a beeline to the table where the first man sat and took a chair across the table from him. He looked about the same age as the first man but was dressed in sweats and had a slightly disheveled look about him. As he sat down the first man took his eyes off the people around him and looked at the newcomer and smiled.
“Mr. Forget. Glad you could make it.”
The newcomer smiled back.
“Wouldn’t miss this, Mr. Remember. It is the big day after all.”
Mr. Forget reached to the end of the table and grabbed a menu and started going through it. He loved breakfast. He loved eating in general, but breakfast was the best. Especially bacon. It wasn’t very often that he got to indulge in worldly pleasures and even more rare he got to do so on the Company’s tab.
“Is he here yet?” Mr. Forget asked from behind the oversized menu.
“No. Not yet,” Mr. Remember said calmly. He pulled a small device out of his pocket. It looked like a smartphone and, in fact was a smartphone, but like nothing seen anywhere on Earth – even at Apple HQ. He ran his thumb across the screen a time or two and the information he was seeking popped up.
“He just left his apartment and is on his way. He’ll be here in a few minutes.”
Mr. Forget was only slightly paying attention to what Mr. Remember was saying. His eyes had fallen on the Supreme Breakfast Platter – pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, and grits, along with a bottomless cup of coffee. That was it, he thought, though he decided to keep looking just in case.
“Anyone else coming?”
“I don’t know,” Mr. Remember said. “I would think so. I mean this is the Big Day. I really thought the place would be packed. But so far, it’s just us.”
As if on cue, two more individuals walked in the door. The hostess simply stood at her station, looking right through them. They scanned the room quickly and saw the two sitting at the table and walked over. One was an older man with silver hair wearing a very tailored, very expensive suit that looked very out of place. The other also looked out of place, but neither Mr. Remember nor Mr. Forget cared. She looked young, the kind of young where you wouldn’t even hazard to guess an age – somewhere between barely legal and the “eternal 29” every woman eventually gets to. She had long, dark hair that fell across her shoulders and she was wearing a sheer dress that just almost revealed everything underneath, but not quite.
She practically floated across the room and took the chair next to Mr. Remember, which made him very happy. The older man took the chair beside her. His face was very stern. Not angry, just overly serious.
“Gaia! You’re looking lovely as ever,” Mr. Remember said as he ran his eyes slowly over her figure. She definitely noticed. She always noticed. And she always liked it.
“Mr. Remember. Mr. Forget. Always good to see you both.”
Mr. Forget finally looked up from his menu and looked at the two newcomers. A smile came across his face as his gaze paused on Gaia. There was a fairly long silence that was interrupted as Mr. Remember finally tore his eyes off the young lady and turned to the older man.
“Death! This is a surprise. I didn’t expect you to be here.”
A slight smile crossed his face. The kind of smile that even made those in “the business” feel just a little creeped out. It was somewhere between creepy uncle and serial killer.
“This is a big day for everyone,” Death said in a low, calm voice. “It could be a really big day for me, depending on how things turn out.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Mr. Remember said. “But it’s not like you’re ever hurting for business.”
“True,” Death said. “But, really, none of us ever are these days. With humans walking all over the surface of the planet, we all stay busy enough.”
“Yeah, but it’s different for guys like you, and Gaia. You are busy from day one, out in the field while we’re stuck in the office,” Mr. Remember said with just a little irritation in his voice. “Personally, I’m hoping it all goes on a bit longer.”
Mr. Remember didn’t dislike Death, but there was just a little bit of arrogance in his attitude that really struck a nerve every once in a while.
“So, Gaia,” Mr. Forget finally said having never taken his eyes off her. “You and Thor still…”
Gaia smiled coyly.
“Why, I do believe that’s a personal matter Mr. Forget.”
“Uh huh,” Mr. Forget muttered. “I heard he’d been reassigned and isn’t around any more.”
Gaia still kept her smile and didn’t seem the least bit flustered by Mr. Forget’s questioning.
“Where ever did you hear that?”
“Oh, just scuttlebutt picked up when I’m back in the office. I hear he’s going to be a Watcher on one of the new projects.”
Gaia just sat returning Mr. Forget’s stare, a calm, serene smile on her face.
“That’ll put him out of reach for a very long time. You know, if you ever need and company…”
Mr. Forget tried his best to leer, but it really didn’t turn out very well and, in fact, brought a chuckle from Mr. Remember. Mr. Forget was annoyed at his colleague’s amusement, but kept on.
“You know, going from God of Thunder to a Watcher is a weird move. A lot of people are saying it’s because he’s lost his game. Not quite as Thunderous as he used to be.”
Gaia still didn’t say anything.
“Maybe his hammer isn’t as powerful as we’ve always heard. But I’d guess you’d know better than anyone…”
Gaia was still unfazed. Mr. Remember scowled, but a very faint smile crossed Death’s face.
“Mr. Forget!” Mr. Remember said sternly. “Let’s remember why we’re here and keep this professional.”
Mr. Forget smiled and refocused his attention on Gaia.
“I apologize, Gaia,” he finally said. “I meant no disrespect… to you, at least.”
“Think nothing of it, Mr. Forget. You know I never hold a grudge,” Gaia said sounding even sweeter than before.
Death had ceased paying attention to Gaia and Mr. Forget and turned his attention to his surroundings, looking over the crowd. Mr. Remember took a look at his smartphone again a slight frown came across his face.
“He’s almost here, but I don’t see any sign of anyone else showing up.”
Mr. Remember looked at the others. Mr. Forget had buried his face back in the menu and Gaia was simply watching the crowd. Death, however, had focused in on one of the cafe’s patrons. The creepy smile came back to his face.
“Did you find one Dee?” Mr. Remember asked, following Death’s gaze across the room.
“That guy, over there eating the Breakfast Meat Lover’s Platter. Two days, then heart attack while he’s driving to pick his kids up at school.”
Mr. Remember looked the man over and nodded silently. Neither Gaia nor Mr. Forget were paying the least bit of attention.
“That is, of course, depending on how things go today,” Death said.
Mr. Forget impatiently slapped his menu down on the table and looked around.
“I’ve been here fifteen minutes and they haven’t even brought me a lousy cup of coffee yet. What kind of place is this?”
This brought a chuckle from Gaia and a cold stare from Death.
“You do remember that we don’t even register in their reality right now, don’t you?” Mr. Remember said with just a hint of condescension in his voice.
“Oh yeah,” Mr. Forget’s face fell slightly. “I forgot. Do you suppose it would be okay to seep into their awareness just long enough to order breakfast?”
Mr. Remember shook his head.
“No time. He’ll be here in less than a minute.”
“Dammit,” Mr. Forget muttered. He turned and looked at the people sitting at the next table who were just digging into their food. “Everything smells so good. I mean, this could be our last time to eat breakfast for, well, who knows how long.”
“Cool it, Forget. Here he is.” Mr. Remember said hastily.
As Remember and Death turned their attention to the door, Gaia reached across the table and placed her hand on Mr. Forget’s.
“How about we go for some pizza after this. Depending on what happens,” she whispered.
Mr. Forget smiled and nodded, then they both turned their attention to the person walking in the front door.
The Man was 40ish, slightly dumpy and looked like he’d never had a good night’s sleep in his entire life, mainly because he hadn’t. As he walked in, the hostess spoke to him and he just pointed at the bar and then walked over and found a stool and sat down heavily.
“That’s him?” Death said with more than a little surprise.
“Yup. That’s him,” Mr. Remember said.
“He’s going to make The Choice? He really doesn’t look the type.” Death said studying The Man as he sat staring into a fresh cup of coffee just poured by the waitress.
“Oh, you’d be surprised,” said a new voice.
Everyone was so intent on watching The Man that they’d failed to notice the new face at the table. He hadn’t walked in, he’d simply appeared in the seat right across from Death. He was a small man, dressed in a small, very dull suit. What little hair he had on his head was combed in such a way as to try and hide his lack of hair, but ended up making it even more obvious.
“Well, hello there,” Gaia said sweetly after overcoming the start of his sudden appearance. “You slipped in without any of us noticing.”
The little man nodded.
“I was only able to leave the office just now. It’s been a busy morning.”
“Is it just you?” Death asked, looking down his long nose at the man.
“Just me. The Boss and the rest are watching back at the Office. We’re live streaming this for the first time.”
Mr. Forget made an exasperated noise.
“You mean I could have just stayed in bed and watched on my computer?”
The little man shook his head.
“No. You and Mr. Remember had to be here, as did Gaia. It is nice to see you here Death,” the little man nodded. “We always value your dedication.”
“Don’t mention it,” Death said coldly.
“But, this is THE Big Day. The Biggest,” Mr. Forget said, waving his arms. “The Clockmaker can’t leave the Office for this?”
“He felt his presence on the scene would be a distraction for the rest of the staff. He decided to stay behind with The Fates.”
Mr. Remember’s face fell slightly.
“They’re not coming either? I was really hoping they’d be here at least.”
Gaia playfully leaned up against Mr. Remember and laughed.
“You just wanted Clotho here, you devil,” she whispered. “I head about what happened at the last Bacchanal.”
Mr. Remember’s face turned slightly red.
“No, no. That’s not it at all,” he sputtered. “I mean this is their day as much as it is The Clockmaker’s. This is the day that decides everything.”
All eyes turned back to the little man.
“Yeah, the big day and all we get is The Assistant,” Mr. Forget said with a hint of contempt.
The Assistant ignored the dig and turned his attention to The Man at the counter. He sat there sipping his coffee, ignoring the world around him. The waitress, who knew him by name, had tried a couple of times to engage him in small talk, but he just shook her off.
“So,” Death said matter-of-factly. “What is so special about him? He looks almost as if he knows what he’s about to do.”
Death peered closer at The Man, squinting his eyes slightly.
“Plus, I can’t read him. That’s odd.”
At Death’s words, Gaia concentrated on him as well.
“I can feel him, but he’s… he’s different…”
“He is different,” The Assistant said. “Isn’t he, Mr. Remember?”
At the sound of his name, Mr. Remember turned and looked back to see the others staring at him.
“I was saying,” The Assistant said, “this man is different, isn’t he? He’s an anomaly.”
Mr. Remember returned their stares for a moment, then a grin came across his face.
“Yeah, I guess he is. I’m really proud of this one.”
The Assistant beamed, but the other three looked puzzled.
“What do you mean by an anomaly?” Gaia asked. “You mean he’s not in the plan?”
The Assistant shook his head.
“No. Not at all. That would be… Well, it just wouldn’t be.”
He reached into a small satchel sitting on the floor by his side and brought out a small tablet computer – even more unlike anything anyone else had seen than the smartphone. The most advanced tablet computer in the world was only a shadow of the one The Assistant held in his hands.
Mr. Forget whistled softly.
“Wow. Is that the new one?” He reached to take it out of The Assistant’s hands. “Can I see it?”
The Assistant snatched it away from Mr. Forget.
“You certainly may not. You’re the last person I want touching it.”
The Assistant activated the screen and brought up a file. It looked almost like a vast, three dimensional star map, with multiple lines going between each dot, small blurbs of pictures and information floating between lines. He tapped the screen a few times and it brought up a picture of The Man along with a very detailed and complicated timeline.
“As you see here, such anomalies were set into the initial plan. They don’t always come up, but the calculations are there. This is an extreme one, but not one outside The Clockmaker’s design.”
Everyone at the table leaned in and looked at the screen then leaned back in their chairs.
“Just what is this anomaly?” Death asked.
“Why don’t you tell them, Mr. Remember?”
Mr. Remember smiled again.
“Well, to put it simply, this man remembers everything. He can forget nothing. Every second of his life – even before he was born – stays and can be recalled. He can read a book and then recite it flawlessly from memory immediately.”
Mr. Forget’s eyebrows rose.
“No wonder I’ve never seen this guy. You’ve been hiding him.”
Mr. Remember shook his head.
“No. Not at all. I actually didn’t have anything to do with it. He came from the plan. I just spotted him early and watched after him.”
“And he’s going to be the one who chooses?” Gaia asked. “An anomaly? That doesn’t seem right.”
The Assistant shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s not right or wrong. It just is. You know that.”
“But he looks like he knows what’s going on,” she said focusing on him again. “I see… well, I see something. I’m not sure what it is.”
“Even though he’s an anomaly, he’s still just following along The Plan. He’s right on track. In fact…” He looked down at the tablet again. “We’re very close to The Decision.”
“And just what is The Decision this time?” Death asked impassively.
“In a few minutes, the waitress will come over, refill his cup of coffee and ask him for his order. At that point, he will decide on either waffles or pancakes. Once that decision is made, The Plan will travel down the appropriate path.”
“That’s it?” Mr. Forget exclaimed in a loud voice. “That’s the decision that will decide whether this whole reality ceases to exist or no? What he’s having for breakfast?”
“Yes,” The Assistant said calmly. He pulled up The Plan on his screen again.
“As you can see every event throughout the entire recoded history has come down to this one point. This is the crucial point. One decision simply allows everything to continue as it always has, another leads to the demise of everything.”
Everyone at the table was silent.
“Look. I don’t mean any disrespect to The Clockmaker, but are we sure on this?”
Mr. Forget stared intently at The Man. Unlike Death or Gaia, Mr. Forget or Mr. Remember couldn’t delve deeply into humans by seeing their potential fate or their fundamental makeup. All they could see were memories. Mr. Forget saw a blurred jumble in The Man’s mind.
“If there were problems, this project would have never even gotten off the drawing board,” The Assistant said haughtily. “Everything up until this point, in this project and in all the other projects ever taken on by The Clockmaker have gone… well, like clockwork, if you’ll excuse the expression.
“You know his reputation with The Corporation and among the other Clockmakers. We are precisely where we should be within the parameters initially laid out at the beginning of the project. No adjustments have ever been necessary.”
“Well, I for one, am excited,” Gaia chimed in. “No matter how many times we come to these points, they’re all so exciting. All so different.”
“They’re all pretty much the same for me,” Death said. “And the decisions really don’t matter. I’ll see everyone here eventually, one way or another.”
Mr. Remember chuckled.
“That’s the way to look at things, Dee. Keep the positivity coming.”
“I’m just a realist, Mr. Remember. And, please don’t call me Dee.”
“Oh, come on Dee. Can’t you lighten up just a little this one time?”
Death just stared as Mr. Remember.
“No,” Mr. Remember finally said. “I don’t guess you can, can you.”
There was silence at the table for a moment. Mr. Forget picked up his menu again.
“So, what sides does he have to chose from? Does he get bacon or sausage? Can he get both?”
“Will you please get your mind off of food at least for a little while,” Mr. Remember said, slightly annoyed.
“You know, sometimes, you really are no fun,” Mr. Forget pouted. “You’re more like… Him.”
He pointed at Death.
“No, actually,” he said as he saw Death scowl, “you’re more like him,” and he pointed to The Assistant.
“Don’t pick on The Assistant,” Gaia scolded. “He’s just doing his job like all of us.”
She paused and smiled at the little man.
“And he really does do it well.”
Her smile had no effect on him, he simply noted it and looked back at his tablet.
“We’re getting close. The waitress’s lines are getting ready to converge.”
There was silence again and all five sets of eyes were on The Man and the waitress.
“So, which choice is which,” Gaia asked in a whisper. Somehow, she felt speaking in a regular tone of voice would disturb the moment. The Assistant, however, wasn’t so moved.
“If it’s pancakes, everything goes on as it has been. Waffles and it’s the end of everything.”
“How soon?” Mr. Remember asked.
“It will be anywhere between 24 hours and one week. There are a number of factors that come into play.”
“Well, Dee,” Mr. Remember said, “you may get to visit Mr. Meat Platter lover after all.”
The Man took another sip from his cup of coffee. His tired, swollen face had a pained look on it. Mr. Remember could see his thoughts and memories swirling around in his mind. It was curious, though, he’d never seen a mind working the way this one was. Of course, it was a very unique mind. He’d never seen one like it and had a hard time making out exactly what was going on.
Gaia and Death were concentrating too. Both were more than a little disturbed they couldn’t read The Man, but they both knew, like Mr. Remember, that this was a unique situation, even for a situation still inside The Plan.
“Something’s happening,” Gaia gasped.
“Yes,” Death said in a rare surprised voice. “I see it too.”
“What?” Mr. Forget asked almost frantically, looking back and forth between the two of them and The Man. “I can’t see anything. His mind just went out of focus for me. What about you, Mr. Remember?”
Mr. Remember was concentrating fully on The Man.
“I can still see… something… and just barely. What the hell…?”
Everyone was silent. The Assistant kept looking down at the changes streaming across his tablet as the fabric of reality wove around them in a clockwork fashion. All of the important decisions had been made. He barely looked at The Man and the waitress, watching their paths unfold in numbers, lines and symbols on the computer screen.
“Here we go,” he said. “This is it.”
Everyone at the table, with the exception of The Assistant, held their collective breaths.
The waitress walked over to The Man, who barely even noticed her approach.
“So. You decided what you want yet, sweetie?”
The Man stared down into his coffee cup and watched the tiny ripples play across the surface of the coffee from when he’d placed it back on the counter. His mind had always been a fog of memories, often overwhelming. They flooded back, often out of control, making his life almost always unlivable. He never had been able to establish any close friendships. Never had a serious relationship. His jobs were always miserable and it was always a tossup as to whether he would leave in frustration or get fired because people couldn’t stand to be around him.
But as he saw the light reflect on the tiniest of ripples on the surface of his coffee, everything that had been spinning around in his mind since birth, before birth even – that horrifying time when his memory came into focus while developing in his mother womb – came into focus.
The Man looked up from his coffee cup.
Mr. Remember saw the man’s mind blank out. At the same time there was a gasp from Gaia. He turned quickly and saw something he never thought he’d see – an expression of shock on Death’s face.
Then there was a slight noise from The Assistant. He was staring at the tablet screen, a look of panic on his face. Mr. Remember turned quickly back to The Man. The tired, swollen face looked content and relaxed. He even smiled at the waitress, something he’d never done before.
“You know what,” he said, his voice eerily light, “I think I’ll pass this morning, Flo. I’ve been tired my entire life. I think I’m going to go take a very long nap.”
With that, The Man got up from the stool, slapped a couple of bills on the counter and started to leave. As he turned from the counter, there was a brief, startled look on his face as he stared at the five occupants of the table, none of which he’d noticed before. He smiled slightly at them and nodded his head and then walked out of Dora’s All-Day Breakfast.
No one at the table said anything for a long time. Four of them stared at the door, having silently watched The Man acknowledge their presence and walk out of the cafe. It was an unprecedented event. Something so far outside The Plan that they didn’t even know what had happened or how to react.
Gaia finally broke the silence.
“What just happened?”
“I have no idea,” Mr. Remember said quietly. “His memories where swirling faster and faster, then I saw the image of his coffee cup and everything was crystal sharp just for a second and then I lost it.”
“I saw a flash too at the same time,” Gaia said, “then nothing.”
“Me too,” Death said, concern in his voice. “And I can’t read anyone else, including that man.” He indicated the man just finishing up his Breakfast Meat Lover’s Platter.
“I can’t see anything either,” Mr. Forget said. There was panic in his voice.
They all turned and looked at The Assistant who was just staring down at his tablet. The screen was flashing red. At the same time, there was a ringing coming from his satchel. The sound made him jump slightly. He slowly reached in and pulled out his phone and put it to his ear.
“Yes sir,” he said after a few seconds. “Yes sir, we saw the whole thing.” Another pause. “No sir, they aren’t reading anything. None of them.”
There was a much longer pause. The other four noticed what little color he had left drain out of The Assistant’s face. Finally, he took the phone away from his ear and placed it back in the satchel. There was sweat on his brow and fear on his face that infected the others at the table, even Death.
“What…” Gaia said quietly. “What’s happening?”
The Assistant swallowed hard. For a while, all he could do was open his mouth to start to speak, but nothing came out.
“The Clockmaker has been recalled to Corporate Headquarters,” he finally said hoarsely.
Everyone at the table felt a cold chill spread across their insides. Gaia gasped. Mr. Forget swore quietly and extremely profanely.
“We’ve all been ordered back to The Office for evaluation and reassignment.”
“What do you mean?” Mr. Remember finally said. “What kind of evaluation? Who is going to be monitoring The Plan?”
“There’s to be no more monitoring,” The Assistant said calmly as he began to regain his composure. “We are to all report back as soon as possible. An entirely new paradigm has been sent out from Corporate Headquarters. It is going to be instituted immediately.”
“What exactly does that mean?” death asked calmly. “What’s going on? What did we see here today?”
“Apparently, this hasn’t just happened here,” The Assistant said. “It took place everywhere. Across all realities, in every plan.”
“Well, what exactly is it?” Mr. Forget asked impatiently.
“Their calling it ‘free will.’ There are no more plans. No more Clockmakers. No more staff to monitor existence. We’re all being recalled, evaluated and, hopefully, reassigned. Maybe as Watchers. I just don’t know.
“From what The Clockmaker said everything from now on, in everything that exists now to everything that is yet to be, will be set into motion relying on random chance. Realities will make their own laws. No plans. People will no longer be set on a predetermined path. They’ll choose everything. And not just from a range of preset choices.”
There was a long, heavy silence. Finally, The Assistant stood, picked up his satchel and looked at the rest.
“It sounds like utter chaos,” Death said sternly. “How are we going to work in that kind of environment?”
“I’ve got to report back immediately. I don’t know if I’ll ever see any of you again. I doubt it. Infinity is pretty big, you know.”
Uncharacteristically, he laughed a soft, nervous laugh.
“So, you should all report to your department heads and it will all go from there.
“Good luck to you all.”
And with that, The Assistant turned and walked out the door. The others sat in shocked silence, looking back and forth at each other. Finally, Mr. Forget pushed back from the table and stood.
“Well. This has certainly been interesting.” He scanned the other three faces, finally stopping on Gaia.
“You still up for that pizza? I know a great place not too far from here. We can grab a bite before heading back to The Office.”
Gaia’s calm, serene smile returned and she stood.
“That sounds wonderful,” she said.
Mr. Forget’s face broke into a wolfish grin and he walked around the table and took Gaia’s arm and they headed to the door.
“Maybe after this is all over, we could head back to my place for a drink.”
Mr. Remember and Death watched them as they walked to the door.
“We’ll see,” Gaia said coyly.
“I’ll show you my hammer…”
Then they were out the door. Mr. Remember and Death just sat there for a moment looking at each other. Death finally got to his feet.
“Well, Mr. Remember. It’s been a somewhat remarkable day.”
“It certainly has,” Mr. Remember said, staying in his seat and looking around at the crowd in the cafe. All the people who had no clue as to the remarkable event that completely changed every single one of their lives.
“Would you care to accompany me back to The Office? Might as well get this over with as soon as possible.”
Mr. Remember shook his head.
“No,” he said quietly. “I think I’ll stay a little while. Maybe have some breakfast.”
Mr. Remember smiled and was surprised when he saw Death smile back and even more surprised at how natural the smile looked on the formerly stern face. Death then turned and walked out of the cafe.
The crowd was slacking off as the morning went by and Mr. Remember sat and just watched as the people went to and fro. He wondered just what this change in their lives would be. What would they do without The Plan as their guide? How would they make it through existence without The Watchmaker and his staff there to plan and direct their destinies?
He mulled over these questions for a while and lost track of time. He was finally startled out of his wondering when he noticed someone standing beside him at the table. It was Flo, the waitress.
“Sorry sweetie, I didn’t see you come in. What can I get you?”
Mr. Remember was startled at first, but he quickly looked up into the storied face staring down at him and gave her a warm smile. He reached over and picked up the menu Mr. Forget had left behind.
“Well, lets see what looks good here…”
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