15
Yes, You Have Brain Damage
Brian watched 418 stand up abruptly and clumsily, then march itself stiffly out of the cafe. Everyone looked. It looked as if it was walking out on his tab, but staff don’t get served. There was no reason to stop it. It hadn’t had any real food, and the wait staff didn’t even notice. It was all very odd to watch 418 cut its way out through the maze of tables. A few seconds later, the door opened again, 418 appeared again, milky-eyed, and headed directly and expertly through the maze of tables toward the back of the café. The wait staff moved out of the way as it approached and, as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.
The coffee was lousy, but it gave him time to think. There was no doubt in Brian’s mind now that 418 is indeed, one hundred percent certai
