Chapter 28

           Fosterlookedup."Somethingbiteyou,Junior?"Thistemporaryannexhadbeenrunupinahurryandthingsdidgetin–swarmsofalmostinvisibleimpsusually?harmless,ofcourse,butabitefromoneleftanitchontheego.

           "Uh?you’dhavetoseeittobelieveit–here,I’llruntheomnisciobackatouch."

           "You’dbesurprisedatwhatIcanbelieve,Junior."NeverthelessDigby’ssupervisorshiftedapartofhisattention.Threetemporals–humans,hesawtheywere;amanandtwowomen–speculatingabouttheeternal.Nothingoddaboutthat."Yes?"

           "Youheardwhatshesaid!The‘ArchangelMichael’indeed!"

           "Whataboutit?"

           "‘Whataboutit?’Oh,forGod’ssake!"

           "Verypossibly."

           Digbywassoindignantthathishaloquivered."Foster,youmustnothavetakenagoodlook.Shemeantthatover-agejuveniledelinquentthatsentmetotheshowers.Scanitagain."

           Fosterletthegainincrease,notedthattheangel-in-traininghadspokenrightly–andnoticedsomethingelseandsmiledhisangelicsmile."Howdoyouknowheisn’t,Junior?"

           "Huh?"

           "Ihaven’tseenMikearoundtheClublatelyandIrecallthathisnamehasbeenscratchedontheMillennialSolipsistTournament–that’saSignthathe’slikelyawayondetachedduty,asMikeisoneofthemosteagerSolipsismplayersinthissector."