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[gone_byebye]

September 1st, 2004
Mid-Afternoon
14 North Moore Street, Manhattan

A door opened in the side of the old Hook and Ladder No. 8 building, and two men stepped out. "Looks like home," Ray said, looking up with a slightly disgruntled expression at the huge ad for Keymaster Cologne painted on the side of a nearby building. "Welcome to New York City, sir. Pardon the smell- while we do have a police stable across the street from us, most of what's hitting your nostrils right now is the wonderful scent of burning petroleum, which we use to power our primary means of transportation. If you'll just step right this way..."

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Prospero waves a hand. "Mmm, please, let us dispense with the excess of formality. Prospero shall suffice." A pause, as he considers how best to proceed, then: "As for the purpose that compels me hither, I should, perhaps, begin by asking whether you are...familiar, with the circumstances that facilitated my acquaintance with Ser Stantz? And, furthermore, how well-versed you are with the lore and the legend of my own native time?"