Barring the doe-eyed waitress the cafe was empty, something
that had been ‘Arranged’, no doubt. Alyxa prodded her tea with her spoon,
trying to decide whether she wanted sugar or not. Everything tasted strange at
the moment: jet-lag. She heard the shriek of a child’s laughter; a girl bolted down
the street, a bewildered parent giving chase. Alyxa swallowed a mouthful of tea.
“Are you alright?” Morpheus asked, looking up from the
pastry he was decorating with butter.
“I miss Amy,” Alyxa said softly.
-Who knows what Lucifer is doing,- Bast muttered sullenly.
“It is moot to speculate. Our best change of freeing the
little Dreamer is to find Maye Darjeeling and force her to return her powers,”
Morpheus stated, “we do not have the necessary calibre to go after her directly.”
“We could have stayed with Medea’s team,” Alyxa said, “they’re
not lacking for fire-power.”
Morpheus frowned a little at the mention of Medea’s name,
but his attention remained otherwise focussed.
“This is silly!” Alyxa declared, shoving her tea back, “what
are we doing about finding Maye? We’ve been here three days and nothing’s
happened.”
Bast eyed her over a raised paw, the tip of her tongue
poking out of her mouth.
-Of course stuff has happened. I’m just waiting,- the
Cat-Goddess said after a moment’s pause, -why do you think we’re sitting in
this tacky little cafe?-
“The pastry is just a bonus,” Morpheus murmured.
-We’re here for her,- Bast stated, pointing her washed paw
in the direction of the approaching waitress.
“The waitress?”
-The waitress.-
Said waitress bowed when she reached the table.
“Mistress, the witch you seek is not in this city,” she
said.
-Where then?-
“Melbourne.”
- Thank you, kitten.-
The waitress blinked dully and toddled back to her work.
-Of to Melbourne then.-
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