"Where to?" asked the taxi driver, looking at Teatime, who was the adult, after all. The Assassin, however, ignored him.
"Shaw and DiCandeloro. The one on Admiral Street." said Jerilyn. It was a bookshop, but usually kept a copy of the latest newspaper. She could look up some books on Geography there too. There was a window of glass that separated the driver's compartment from the customer's. Jerilyn closed it, and looked at her silent companion, who was staring out the window.
"How did you get here?" she asked him. "And I thought Susan killed you."
"Don't make yourself a nuisance by asking too many questions." he said, without looking at her.
"I just thought that if I knew how you got here I might be more help in getting you back. I assume that's what you're trying to do."
"Are you suggesting you could do more with the information I know than I could?"
"Yup. Look, I'm not saying I'm smarter. You've already admitted I know more about this world than you do, and there might be something else I know that can help."
"Your motives aren't so considerate." he said. "You're just curious."
"Well...duh. But my point is still valid."
"So it is. But unless you understand the secrets of the afterlife I doubt you will understand my adventures."
"Try me."
Jonathan sat back in his seat, and Jerilyn had a hunch he was very uncomfortable with the subject, but that couldn't be right. Teatime was always smooth. "She did kill me. I hadn't expected that she would throw the poker through her own grandfather, nor that it wouldn't get caught in his bones. They cheated, and I will repay them for that. I don't remember much of what happened next. Someone said my name correctly, and my old scrying glass was gone. Then there was nothing, absolutely nothing. No sensation, no thought, no sight, ...etcetera. Nothing except this voice...Damn, his piece has fallen off the board.
Hurry, catch it, before it-
And I was whole again, freezing cold air whistling past as I fell off the edge of the Disc...and I landed here."
"...Your piece." said Jerilyn. "Do you think it has to do with the Disc's god's game?"
"Your guess, I hate to admit, is as good as mine."
"But why do you want to go to a waterfall?"
Teatime stared at her as if she had just begun to drool. "Can't you think of my reason yourself?"
"Well...you want to get back, obviously. You can't fly, or hire yourself a rocket, so are you trying to recreate the events that brought you here? You can't fall off the edge of this world, because there isn't one, but the edge of the Disc is like an endless waterfall...I sorta get it, but not really. What makes you think it will work?"
"To work magic you must think in magic's mind set. It has its own way of logic that is not logical at all, but merely sounds good. I experience various forms of training to get where I am today, and sorcery is simply one of them."