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FITZ KREINER
 Posted: Apr 10 2014, 02:23 AM
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Got a curse I cannot lift - shines when the sunset shifts
when the moon is round and full - gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish...
My mind has changed, my body's frame, but god I like it -my hearts aflame, my body's strained, but god I like it


//Brooklyn, Crown Heights - Day//
//Labor Day - West Indian Parade //

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It was a bright, sweltering afternoon without any clouds to screen the sharp sunlight from the people below. Fitz was drowning in his own sweat under the thick hide of his leather jacket but he refused to take it off. He wasn't sure if it was sheer stubbornness or the fact he was afraid of losing his lucky coat, but he regretted not leaving it in the TARDIS now. He wound his way through the crowd of people, trying to get a good spot to watch the parade. There were food stalls that smelled delicious and people were dancing and there was music everywhere. It wasn't Carnivale, but something like it, at least from what he'd read in the travel brochures. Everyone was going to wish they were here instead of in some stuffy museum looking at art, or in some boring opera, listening to opera. He'd even be able to tell them so, if he didn't die of heatstroke first.

He stopped by some of the local bands that were playing live music on the walks and listened to them for a while, digging out some American money. He tossed in some change and a few bills into the gaping alligator's mouth of open guitar cases. In return was heavily plastered by fliers for shows. He ended up walking away with a handful of demo discs and invitations for parties and concerts that were happening, grinning at the endless kaleidoscope of colours and flavours that dashed against his senses. He finally found himself a spot to watch the parade, pulling himself with unsteady maneuvering up on top of a bus shelter. He sat down on the bracing, long legs hanging down and started chain smoking cigarettes next to someone with a radio playing the bright sounds of soca music, the upbeat songs mixing with the crowd as if it were part of it's collective heartbeat. It was nearly impossible for him not to nod his head at the beat and want to start a conga line.

There was a big turnout of all sorts of people from the area and tourists like himself. Settling in, he began to listen to the conversations that flowed around him. Girls laughing, revelers showing off costumes, children screaming and shouting, drumming and chimes coming from down the road, the colours of flags from Trinidad, Haiti, and Belise, waving as people walked past with them. Packs of stray dogs followed the crowd like camp followers, looking to pick up leftovers discarded carelessly to the streets or stolen from unwary passer by.

Fitz got a particularly good look at one pack of three dogs at work. Two circled a hot dog vendor and drew attention while the third snagged food right off the hot grill with a snap. The vendor's cry of anger was lost to the crowd but Fitz could see him throwing things after the wretches as they ran away with anything but their tails behind their legs. Straining his ears, he thought he could discern the far-off start to the parade, a burst of nosiemakers and cries from up the street.

"Let's get this party on a roll," he said to no one in particular.

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ALLISON CASTIEL
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Allison Castiel stood at the side of the Eastern Parkway parade route, a small, bewildered figure in the swirling Labour Day crowds. She had no real idea what she was doing here. Not just at this parade, which was intimidating enough in itself...but in the USA in general. All the noise and music and frantic colour seemed a very long way from her sedate London suburb.

She had dug deep into her savings to fund this holiday, an expenditure she could hardly afford. But after everything that had happened at the beginning of the summer, she had found herself restless and unhappy and unable to settle back into her old, quiet routine. She'd thought there was nothing she wanted more than to return to her safe, familiar home and her little antiques business. But she found herself missing Captain Andromeda Callidum with an ache that was almost physical. Everything she did reminded her of him and she had lost count of the nights she had cried herself to sleep for his loss. He was not dead – but to her, he might as well have been.

Deep down, she knew Andy was the reason she had come here, to America, out of all the holiday destinations she could have chosen. As if, in some strange way, visiting the country he lived in could somehow bring her closer to him. It made no logical sense. After all, his America was in a different dimension altogether, as well as being decades earlier in the timeline. He would never in his life have stood in Brooklyn and watched this parade go by. Even so, she found herself imagining the joking comments he would have made in his honey-thick Kentucky accent – how he would have taken her hand and led her safely through the crowd, teasing her into trying the Jamaican jerk chicken or the Bajan fried flying fish from some of the food stalls, or dancing with her to the reggae-style music. Just thinking about it made the hot tears spring to her eyes.

Wistful and all alone, tiny and doll-like in her rose-patterned white sun-dress and shady straw hat, she drew herself close inside a bus shelter, trying to stay clear of the push and pull of the crowd. She would stay to see some of the parade pass by and then – if she could find a yellow cab somewhere in this melee – she decided she would head back to her hotel.

Suddenly, some long, blue-denimed legs dangled down in front of her from the top of the shelter, the booted feet nearly knocking her hat off. Stepping out of the way, she squinted against the bright sunlight and glanced up to see a man sitting up there, obviously having chosen it as a good vantage point from which to view the parade.

"Let's get this party on a roll,"
he exclaimed – and to her surprise, she realised that his accent was as British as her own.

“I'm sorry,” she ventured politely, even though she was a bit annoyed about her hat. “Were you speaking to me?”

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FITZ KREINER
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Suddenly, some long, blue-denimed legs dangled down in front of her from the top of the shelter, the booted feet nearly knocking her hat off. Stepping out of the way, she squinted against the bright sunlight and glanced up to see a man sitting up there, obviously having chosen it as a good vantage point from which to view the parade...“I'm sorry,” she ventured politely, even though she was a bit annoyed about her hat. “Were you speaking to me?”


Fitz looked down through his legs and saw the top of a hat-topped head. A feminine voice spoke up and it seemed directed at him, getting his attention. As the girl turned up to look at him, he got a better look at her. She was dead gorgeous, tan skin, big brown eyes and blonde. She looked like a movie star. In a dress, which was a nice bonus. He smiled, hoping he didn't look too disgusting given the heat of day, oblivious he'd put his foot into her hat in the first place.

"Yeah, you having a good time?" he called down to her over the racket. "There's some room up here if you want a leg up," he added. He would make some room even if the guys on the end were about to be demoted to the concrete.

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ALLISON CASTIEL
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"Yeah, you having a good time?" he called down to her over the racket.

He had a nice face, she thought. Handsome, but self-deprecating in a way, as if he was used to laughing at himself. Tall and lanky, with dark brown hair, stubbled cheeks, wearing a leather jacket despite the sweltering heat. And a pair of twinkling, admiring blue eyes. Certainly, he looked a lot less threatening than the guy sitting next to him, with the big blue mohawk, the multiple facial piercings and the large boombox.

Allie found herself replying almost without thinking about it. The man might be a perfect stranger, but she had to admit, it was nice to hear another British voice.

“Yes, thank you. Although...it's a little more crowded than I'm used to!”

"There's some room up here if you want a leg up," he offered.


Once Allie wouldn't even have entertained the suggestion. Most likely, she would have been too timid even to prolong the conversation with the stranger, let alone do something as impulsive and risky as join him in sitting on top of the rickety bus shelter. But that was before she had become caught up in the Game of the Eternals – before she had met Jake and Lydia, and Crispin and Apama and Sungod. And most of all, it was before Captain Andromeda Callidum. She was still a very gentle and shy person, but stepping out of her comfort zone came a lot easier these days.

The parade had already started. She could hear the vast noise coming closer and closer along the street, an intoxicating mixture of throbbing music and joyous voices. To her surprise, she found her feet wanting to move to the primal beat of the drums.

She smiled up at the man on top of the bus shelter. She was on holiday, wasn't she? The last thing Andy would want was for her to be miserable. Perhaps it was time she started having some fun, instead of moping around.

“Thank you,” she agreed. “That would be lovely.”

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“Yes, thank you. Although...it's a little more crowded than I'm used to!”


He gave a good-natured laugh. "It is a bit! Big party, so big it's not just one block." He looked out across the crowd a moment and then back to her, still smiling. Very fit, Fitz could not help noting again. Nice voice too, must be a tourist like him. Well, not exactly like him unless she came by way of a blue box but still, a tourist.

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“Thank you,” she agreed. “That would be lovely.”


Fitz looked at the guy sitting next to him, the one with the mohawk and the radio. That guy was not going anywhere and besides he had the jams on. Casually, he turned to the other feller sitting on his other side. He was shorter than Fitz but heavier built, skin like thick hide.. His long brown hair was caught in a ponytail and he had a beard, dressed in a bright tie-dye shirt.

Leaning in a bit closer to get the man's attention, Fitz said in a hopeful tone, "Hey, my girl's down there. Don't suppose we can make room? Do me a favour, will you?"

The guy looked down towards Allie and gave a low wolf-whistle. "Nice, man. She can sit on my lap if she wants. Hey sweetheart!" He waved with drunken enthusiasm. "You can sit here with us if you want!" He shoved obligingly, making a spot for her to sit between Fitz. "I'm Juan, by the way," the man said to Fitz.

Fitz nodded at the guy. "Right, ta Juan," he replied with a grin to match his. Then Fitz moved over a slot so that the empty spot for the girl was now between mowhawk man and himself. He reached a hand down to help her up over the seats below so she could sit with them.

"Awe, don't be like that. Where you from, England?" Juan said, also reaching down to help Allie up.

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ALLISON CASTIEL
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Hey sweetheart!" He waved with drunken enthusiasm. "You can sit here with us if you want!"

Allie hesitated a bit as the bearded man whistled at her, all at once second-guessing her decision to climb to the top of the bus shelter, her face flooding with embarrassed colour. But then, to her relief, her newly-made British acquaintance made room for her on the other side of him. She wasn't entirely comfortable with sitting next to the blue mohawk man, but he seemed to be so involved with his music that he hadn't even troubled himself to glance at her, which she found rather reassuring.

When the two men reached down simultaneously to help her up, she was careful only to grab the British guy's hand, allowing him to pull her to the top of the shelter, and making sure she didn't meet the other one's eyes. Since her new friend was wiry and she was small, the process wasn't as awkward as she had feared. In no time at all, she was comfortably settled in beside him. Demurely, she smoothed down her knee-length dress and straightened her hat. He had been quite right – the view was much better from up here. For the first time all day, she felt a small twist of excitement as the sound of the parade drew nearer still.

"Awe, don't be like that. Where you from, England?" she heard the bearded man say. She hadn't caught his name, and she wasn't sure if he was addressing her or her fellow countryman.

“My name is Allison Castiel,”
she replied, her tone polite, but intentionally distant. “And yes, I come from London. It's very nice to meet you.”

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Fitz grabbed ahold of the bus shelter and helped her up top, glad that he was strong enough and that she was light enough to do so without much trouble. "Bird's eye view, up here." He shifted slightly so that they could all sit with some comfort. It was a tight fit though. When the girl moved to adjust her hat, her arm was right near the side of his head. He didn't mind.

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“My name is Allison Castiel,” she replied, her tone polite, but intentionally distant. “And yes, I come from London. It's very nice to meet you.”


Fitz continued to give her a friendly smile. "Nice meeting you Allison. You like to be called Alice, by any chance? This here is Juan," he said, nodding with his chin. "I'm Fitz Fortune, musician, bon vivant, traveller, parade viewing specialist."

Juan gave Fitz a look. "I thought you said she was your girl," he said in a slightly accusing tone of voice.

"Yeah, well, she did say hello to me first, didn't she?" Fitz replied and went to turn around again to talk to Allison.

Juan reached out and grabbed his shoulder, nearly pulling him off balance. "You wanna try that again, Brit?"

"Not really, mate, shove off. We're just trying to have a good time, here," Fitz said. He was feeling nervous now that this guy was going to start a fight with him. Judging by the way the other guy was built, he was not going to win it if he decided to really have a go at him.

Down below on the street, the sounds of the parade got louder. A crush of crowd came ahead of them and trailing them were more dogs and vendors yelling out food on sticks, balloons on sticks and cuddly toys on sticks. The mohawk guy shut his boombox off as he heard the music come on and then turned to look at Allison. He gave her a keen unblinking look and then leaned just forward to see Fitz and Juan.

"They bothering you? Can make them leave. If you want." He kept staring at Juan in particular, as if he wanted nothing better than to have a reason to start a row with him.


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Fitz continued to give her a friendly smile. "Nice meeting you Allison. You like to be called Alice, by any chance? This here is Juan," he said, nodding with his chin. "I'm Fitz Fortune, musician, bon vivant, traveller, parade viewing specialist."

Allie couldn't help but return his smile, his enthusiastic spiel was so infectious. “Actually, my friends call me Allie. It's not quite so much of a mouthful as Allison.” She glanced past him at his bearded companion. “Hello, Juan. Thank you for making room for me, I appreciate it very much.”

Juan, however, seemed rather disgruntled at something. He glared angrily at Fitz, and suddenly Allie realised that they were not friends at all, as she had originally assumed, but also strangers to each other.

"I thought you said she was your girl," he said in a slightly accusing tone of voice.

"Yeah, well, she did say hello to me first, didn't she?" Fitz replied and went to turn around again to talk to Allison.

Juan reached out and grabbed his shoulder, nearly pulling him off balance. "You wanna try that again, Brit?"


To Allie's alarm, Fitz almost slipped off the side of the bus shelter. “Oh, do be careful!” she cried, instinctively putting out a hand to steady him. “You nearly fell then!”

But his attention was fixed warily on Juan. The drunken man's face was twisted in aggression and he seemed determined to pick a fight.

"Not really, mate, shove off,”
Fitz retorted. “We're just trying to have a good time, here!”

Allie bit her lip and shrank away, afraid they were going to start throwing punches then and there. Inadvertently, in trying to retreat from the other two, she brushed up against the blue mohawk guy. He shut off his boombox and glanced down at her, the enormous spikes of his gelled hairdo casting a shadow over her face. Her eyes widened in apprehension and she nearly squeaked out loud, worried she had made him angry by crowding against him.

However, when he spoke, his voice was quite calm, if a little menacing.

"They bothering you? Can make them leave. If you want." He kept staring at Juan in particular, as if he wanted nothing better than to have a reason to start a row with him.


“Oh...no...no...that's very kind of you,” she murmured hurriedly. “B...but all I want to do is watch the parade!”

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To Allie's alarm, Fitz almost slipped off the side of the bus shelter. “Oh, do be careful!” she cried, instinctively putting out a hand to steady him. “You nearly fell then!


Fitz's arms instinctively pinwheeled backwards so he wouldn't topple over. Allie grabbed him and helped him keep his seat. He didn't get a chance to thank her though because Juan was still giving him the crazy eye. He'd have to tell him to leave them alone. Couldn't let Allie be harassed by this bloke. And besides, he'd seen her first. He could go find his own bird, if any would have him.

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“Oh...no...no...that's very kind of you,” she murmured hurriedly. “B...but all I want to do is watch the parade!”


"Me too," Caleb said in a blunt tone. "Parade time runs hot this year. Going to be problems. Every young one out now," he said obscurely. "Makes idiots like Juan get all jumpy."

The beat of the drums came through like hearts in tandem. It turned the air taught with energy, thrumming through their bodies. The man with the mohawk kept looking at Juan as he spoke in a calm but firm voice, his amber eyes unblinking even in the bright sun. Then they flicked back to Allie. "I'm Caleb. I'll take care of Juan and then we can all watch the parade."

"Juan." Caleb's voice cut through the din like a gunshot. Juan jerked his head around, and glared back at him as if he'd already forgotten Fitz and Allie were sandwiched between them. "Leave them alone. Parade rules."

"People should be careful who they say is theirs," Juan replied, reaching into his bag and pulling out a six pack of beer. Then he caught Caleb's glare and he visibly deflated. After a moment of deliberation, he offered the beers to Fitz, Allie, and Caleb after pulling one off for himself.

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ALLISON CASTIEL
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"Me too," Caleb said in a blunt tone. "Parade time runs hot this year. Going to be problems. Every young one out now," he said obscurely. "Makes idiots like Juan get all jumpy."

By 'young ones', Allie assumed he meant teenagers. And certainly, there were a great many adolescents in the crowd, waiting to welcome the parade. It made sense, since this kind of excitement was always bound to attract young people. It seemed a peculiar thing for the blue-mohawk man to say, however, since he didn't look as if he was long out of his teens himself. And she wasn't quite sure why he thought the presence of so many young people would be bothering Juan. Although, she couldn't argue with his description of the bearded man as an idiot – that seemed accurate enough.

“Yes, it is getting very crowded down there,”
she agreed tentatively.

"I'm Caleb. I'll take care of Juan and then we can all watch the parade."


He seemed nice enough, but his golden gaze unnerved her a bit. She had never seen eyes quite like it. They were intense and strange, but oddly attractive at the same time.

His attention switched back to the surly troublemaker. Allie swallowed involuntarily. The removal of his scrutiny felt as if a weight had been lifted from her back.

"Juan." Caleb's voice cut through the din like a gunshot. Juan jerked his head around, and glared back at him as if he'd already forgotten Fitz and Allie were sandwiched between them. "Leave them alone. Parade rules."

"People should be careful who they say is theirs," Juan replied, reaching into his bag and pulling out a six pack of beer. Then he caught Caleb's glare and he visibly deflated. After a moment of deliberation, he offered the beers to Fitz, Allie, and Caleb after pulling one off for himself.


There was a weird undercurrent flowing between the two men. Some sort of understanding in which the two British tourists had no part. Allie couldn't put her finger on what it was, but it was there.

Disturbed, she glanced up at Fitz's face, wondering if he had noticed it. She shifted a little closer to him. At least, compared to the other two, he seemed reassuringly normal. She was tempted to tell Juan that the only person she belonged to was far, far away from here – but somehow she didn't think that would help the situation.

She was reluctant to accept anything from him, but she thought that refusing the beer might set him off on another rampage, so she took a can and popped it open, nursing it gingerly on her lap.

“Thank you,” she murmured softly, hoping that things would settle down now, and that Caleb would not need to intervene again. Despite his calm, courteous manner, for some reason he made her much more uneasy than the overtly aggressive Juan.

The parade-leaders were coming into sight now, a glorious moving carnival, sweeping forward down the road, and she tilted her head to watch them, becoming so absorbed in the stunning spectacle that she temporarily forgot her companions altogether.

“Oh!” she exclaimed in delight. “It's wonderful!”

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Disturbed, she glanced up at Fitz's face, wondering if he had noticed it. She shifted a little closer to him. At least, compared to the other two, he seemed reassuringly normal. She was tempted to tell Juan that the only person she belonged to was far, far away from here – but somehow she didn't think that would help the situation.


Fitz felt Allie shift against him and looked down at her. She was looking a bit freaked out now and he wanted to put an arm around her to make her feel better. Something told him it would make things worse. What if she didn't want that and then Juan took that as...he didn't even know what, but something offensive that would get him pasted. These blokes obviously knew one another somehow. He'd inadvertently put them in a bit of a spot but it was too late now. He hoped that the blue mohawk feller's words would calm down Juan. He had no idea what had riled the guy so much. So he'd said that Allie was his girl, it wasn't like three seconds later the guy hadn't tried to take her off his hands. But Juan offered out the beer. Fitz could only take it as some sort of apology.

"Thanks, mate," he said, pulling a beer off the ring and passing it down. He found himself looking right at Caleb, who took the remaining beers in hand and then nodded to him once. He turned his head carefully back so he could watch the parade, reminding Fitz of a shark.

"We'll see what Big says later," Juan said to Caleb. Caleb shrugged without a concern, opening the top of his beer and drinking most of it down.

The parade energy seemed to clear the air for a little while. Juan and Caleb watched the displays along with everyone else, sometimes cheering for certain exhibits and whistling at dancers. Fitz looked back at Allie to see if she was feeling better. The smell of food began taunting him at some point, but there was no way he wanted to wade into all that for a hotdog now. Instead, he contented himself with drinking his beer and watching the show, shoulder to shoulder with them. After over an hour of carousing, the main parade began to break up. Groups followed behind and the throng closed back in like camp followers trailing a war band.

"I'm hungry," Caleb commented, loud enough for Fitz to hear. "Something smells good." He began looking keenly through the thicket of people.

"Something smells alright. Not good though," Juan said, gesturing with one hand across the street. Immediately, Caleb sat up straighter. His mouth closed in a tight line. "Hold this for me," he said, shoving the boombox at Allie and Fitz. He leapt off the bus shelter with surprising ease for a man of his size and build.

Surprised by the sudden action, Fitz belatedly grabbed at the boombox, watching Caleb's head and back as he cut across the street.

"Hey, wait up!," Juan said, nearly falling off the shelter in haste to try to go after him. Once he got his footing on the ground below, he looked up at Fitz. "I'll remember you. You smell strange." Then he turned and ran off in pursuit of Caleb.

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Once Fitz started drinking his beer, Allie did too. After all, the can had still been sealed, so it wasn't as if Juan could have tampered with it at all. And with the hot sun beating down on them, she soon felt rather thirsty, and a cold beer really hit the spot.

Caleb didn't say anything else to her and Juan did nothing more offensive than wolf-whistling at a few of the more scantily-dressed dancers, so she was finally able to relax and enjoy the parade in peace. Fitz, on the other hand, she found to be an entertaining companion, with a dry wit and a droll sense of humour that kept making her laugh, although sometimes it was hard to hear his commentary over the stupendous noise of the parade. All in all, an hour passed by very pleasantly. Despite her initial apprehension, Allie was glad she had come after all.

Towards the end, however, when the last of the dancers had passed by and the crowd spilled across the street, filling the space with a jostling mass of people, things began to get awkward again.

"I'm hungry," Caleb commented, loud enough for Fitz to hear. "Something smells good." He began looking keenly through the thicket of people.

"Something smells alright. Not good though," Juan said, gesturing with one hand across the street. Immediately, Caleb sat up straighter. His mouth closed in a tight line. "Hold this for me," he said, shoving the boombox at Allie and Fitz. He leapt off the bus shelter with surprising ease for a man of his size and build.


Together with Fitz, the blonde girl reflexively grabbed at the boombox, their combined efforts only just preventing the unwieldy machine from crashing from the top of the bus shelter to the ground.

“Hold on...what are we supposed to do with this?”
Allie called after the man, but it was too late, his blue mohawk had already disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey, wait up!," Juan said, nearly falling off the shelter in haste to try to go after him. Once he got his footing on the ground below, he looked up at Fitz. "I'll remember you. You smell strange." Then he turned and ran off in pursuit of Caleb.

“What on Earth..?”
Allie murmured in bewilderment, turning her questioning gaze up to Fitz's face. “Are all the people in Brooklyn this peculiar?”

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“Hold on...what are we supposed to do with this?” Allie called after the man, but it was too late, his blue mohawk had already disappeared into the crowd...“What on Earth..?” Allie murmured in bewilderment, turning her questioning gaze up to Fitz's face. “Are all the people in Brooklyn this peculiar?”


Fitz looked just as baffled as Allie. Hitching the heavy boom box up on his legs, he shrugged. "No idea, I'm a tourist. From London..well, Archway anyway, originally. Like you, right that's what you said earlier?" No need to tell her that was back in 1963. She was freaked out enough. "What do you say we get something to eat once the crowd clears a bit?"

The American beer in a can had left a stale taste in his mouth and he really wanted a decent pint. He wondered if he'd just inherited a music box. Looking over the silver and black sides, he saw it was scrawled over with black marker graffiti tags and pictures. They were pretty good. Seemed like mohawk guy was good with marking pens. Some of the artistic scribble along the top caught his eye. 'To achieve greatness, stop asking for permission.'

"Here, take this and I'll get down, and then get you down," he offered. Now down at head level in the rapidly emptying street, he saw more graffiti along brick walls and concrete on either side of one of the many alleys. There were several different styles of art but they all had a common theme. Above, in a shakier hand than the more expert artists, someone had written 'Wolf Street.' Another hand had added below that 'trespassers will be eaten.'

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Fitz looked just as baffled as Allie. Hitching the heavy boom box up on his legs, he shrugged. "No idea, I'm a tourist. From London..well, Archway anyway, originally. Like you, right that's what you said earlier?"

“Yes,” she answered, her eyes still searching the gradually-thinning crowd anxiously for Caleb's distinctive head. “I own a small antiques shop in Chiswick, just off the High Street. 'Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe', it's called.”

There was still no sign of either Caleb or Juan. She couldn't help wondering what had made them run off so quickly. Surely it wasn't just to buy some food. After all, there were street-vendors everywhere, eagerly crying their wares. There was no rush. And no matter how hungry they were, the urgency couldn't be so great that Caleb would find it necessary to leave his boombox in the care of two complete strangers.

"What do you say we get something to eat once the crowd clears a bit?"
Fitz suggested, his tone cheerful and unconcerned.

He was a very easy person to be with, she decided. Fun and uncomplicated. She'd had a disconcerting tendency to attract weirdness lately, and Caleb and Juan were no exception. Besides, her own stomach was starting to growl. She hadn't had anything to eat since she'd grabbed some cereal in the hotel restaurant first thing this morning.

“Oh yes! That sounds good!”
she nodded happily.

"Here, take this and I'll get down, and then get you down."

Fitz handed her the boombox and then swung himself lightly to the ground. She hesitated, suddenly unsure.

“But, Fitz...what if Caleb comes back for this and we're not here? We can't just leave it, someone might steal it.”

She tightened her grip on the music machine. Logically, she knew that it wasn't their problem. They hadn't agreed to look after it, Caleb had just thrust it on them without asking. All the same, the thought of the man's strange golden eyes made her shiver, despite the hot sunshine.

“I really don't think we should make him angry, do you?”

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“Yes,” she answered, her eyes still searching the gradually-thinning crowd anxiously for Caleb's distinctive head. “I own a small antiques shop in Chiswick, just off the High Street. 'Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe', it's called.”


"Chiswick, huh? Must be doing alright, if you're off High Street. Maybe I'll get a chance to check it out sometime, who knows?" He didn't care that much for going out to antique shops but he knew someone who did. Bouncing around in time was off putting though. What if he walked into the shop and she was 90 years old and there he was still looking all fresh?

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“Oh yes! That sounds good!” she nodded happily.


Fitz was glad that she wanted to grab something to eat, hang out with him for a while. He knew he couldn't stay, really maybe ought to be going. But it was still pretty early from when he said he'd check in. "I could go for a hamburger and chips," he said. "Maybe something off one of these stalls, even." He gave her the boombox and then jumped down.

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“But, Fitz...what if Caleb comes back for this and we're not here? We can't just leave it, someone might steal it.”...She tightened her grip on the music machine...“I really don't think we should make him angry, do you?


He shrugged, putting a hand up to take it so he could help her get down. "I'll just bring it, then. He can't've expected us to stand around here all day waiting for him to come back."

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