Thief of Time - Headache

Trailing smoke, but looking more like a milkman again, albeit one that'd just delivered to a blazing house, Ronnie Soak stormed into his dairy.

'Who does he think he is?' he muttered, gripping the spotless edge of a counter so hard that the metal bent. 'Hah, oh yes, they just toss you aside, but when they want you to make a comeback-'

Under his fingers the metal went white hot and then dripped.

'I've got customers. I've got customers. People depend on me. It might not be a glamorous job, but people will always need milk-'

He clapped a hand to his forehead. Where the molten metal touched his skin the metal evaporated.

The headache was really bad.

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The Thief of Time - p302-303