He felt much better as he blinked his eyes clear of the gunk that had collected. With a clean corner of the cloth under his finger he cleaned his eyes a second time, he looked at the brown gunk that had collected on the pristine cloth, "He said I'd need it. I guess he was right." Before he could put it away the cloth was plucked from his hand.
Melina turned it over in her hands several times, wondering jealously if she had competition for his affections that she didn't know about. She accused, "Who is 'T.P.'!"
Several wise crackers blithered the age old joke at the same time, "Toilet paper."
"'Thomys Promethean' gave it to me." Jonas held out his hand and she folded it in quarters with a questioning look, before placing it in his palm.
Melina asked, "Who's that?"
"Thomys Promethe
