For the Futurefolken.

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The point of re-entry to Ray's world is the same nearly every time. He makes a point of using the same exit from the Firehouse: a door that leads from the building's side into a nondescript alley. The door opens, this time, onto a windy November day. Ray glances up at the sky, then gestures to the others. "Looks like home," he says. A sniff of the air reveals gasoline, horses, and a couple of tough-to-identify stenches. "Yeah, smells like home too. C'mon, guys, I'm pretty sure this is my dimension."

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"Yeah," says Ray. "I'm afraid we did, in fact. The, um, the proton streams sort of set him on fire. Although that just made him mad. Should've seen him go splat at the end, though."

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She laughed even harder.

"Did you have graham crackers and chocolate on hand, at least?"

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At that he had to smile. "Don't I wish. No, we didn't, although there were an awful lot of candy vendors trying to make up for part of that after the fact. I mean, never mind that Mr. Stay-Puft had just been up and walking around. It's New York City. People are gonna eat stuff if they think it looks interesting enough."

"It was really priceless to see the several hundred pounds of marshmallow goo go splat all over the dickless wonder who shut off our containment grid to begin with, though."

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"Now if only I could get an industrial-sized amount of marshmallow goo to splat on the dickless wonders back in our 'verse," Beka said wistfully. For the few former lovers of hers that were still alive.

Kersplat!

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"Sorry," Ray said sympathetically. "The Sanitation Department got to the scene before we could save more than a couple of fistfuls. Next time I'll keep you guys in mind."

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After making his selection, Harper picked up two or three comics and made his way to the register, smooth as cream, to make his purchase.

After getting it bagged, he turned to the other two, and whistled.

"Andale, andale, arriba! Time to vamoose, muchachos."

He seemed to want to bounce on his heels, but stopped himself, lest his pants started molting inked monthlies.

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Ray grabbed his Green Lantern comic and paid for it. "Gotcha. Ready for Rockefeller Center, you two?"

He wouldn't ask. he wouldn't ask. He wouldn't ask.

Not unitl they were in the cab, anyway.

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"Yess!" was Harper's exuberant answer as they left the store and flagged down a cab.

He looked very smug.

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"Okay," said Ray as the car rounded the block and started heading uptown. "We'll do the ESB on the way back to the Firehouse. Save the biggest for last. Give you the opportunity to get properly worked up for it. I really hope you were good at what you were doing because I'd like to be able to go back into that store someday."

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Harper gave him an innocent, 'What, me? You think I did something?' look.

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"... well, I guess if they didn't come after us with pitchforks and torches they can't have seen too much."

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"They didn't see anything," Harper said, very assuredly.

He squirmed and reached a hand into his pants. Pulling out an issue of "Runaways," he started reading, as if taking out half the contents of a store in his pants was perfectly normal.

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Ray just sighed and leaned back in his seat. It was gonna be a long fifteen blocks.