“So what happened to the poor chap,” said Ethan. “Did you find him?”
“I found one of his shoes,” said Crumble. “Which I was quite pleased about because it was a loafer and you don't see them much anymore. It had s few flakes of snow on it, and some scorch marks as I recall. I thought it best not to pursue the experiment any further after that.”
An hour or so later, Ethan parked the hearse outside the Fibulan Museum. He gave the Prof a shake because he'd drifted off about a quarter of an hour previously.
“We're here, Professor.”
“Oh, oh. My goodness. I was having a very strange dream. I was…”
Ethan cut him off quickly before he could relate his story. (Why on earth do people insist on telling everyone about their dreams? It's weird at best and, if nothing else, extremely tedious. Allow
