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*Squeak,* explained the Rat, riding on Norna�s shoulder as she strode along the shore. *Twitch.* *Clean whiskers.* �I understand!�
�That might work,� Norna responded. She had lost the Valkyrian breastplate and helmet; in faded jeans and a ponytail, barefoot
on the sand, she seemed more accessible somehow, less dangerous. Of course, the Rat knew she was really more dangerous, but it didn�t
seem to matter as much. That was the nice thing about fairies, he guessed. Not that Seeker of Places didn�t like humans, but it had to
be admitted, they were not the most mentally stable beings in the phylum. �You realize it will involve temporal paradox.�
�Thank you,� the Rat said firmly. *Squeak.* *Chitter.* *Twitch.*
�You sound very determined. Are you willing to pay the price?�
The Rat shivered a little, but this was Jack they were talking about, after all. *Squeak.*
�I see.� She hopped up onto the hood of a nearby Dodge, looking thoughtfully across at the sunrise. �This may get
interesting, then.�
*Clean whiskers.* *Twitch.* *Run in a counter-clockwise circle.* �Thank you?�
�Well, to be honest with you, Seeker, I don�t know myself. You see, we�ve never actually had a rat in here before. And I
can�t say as how we exactly know how to proceed.�
*Squeak squeak,* said the Rat. *Twitch.* *Clean haunches.* *Squeak.*
�I suppose so,� said the Valkyrie, and nodded. �Let�s get to it, then.�
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