Death sensed...a disturbance.
Something was happening. Something involving Susan, he knew that much. Trouble loved nothing better than a young woman fighting her destiny. He concentrated.
HIM.
Death stalked off to the Hall of Lifetimers. When he got there he found only the remains of the afterlifetimers, and his sword, which he picked up. With a skeletal foot he prodded the shattered smoked glass and dark sand, before sighing like the last gust of wind that had once formed a tempest.
THAT IS IT. I DON'T HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS. NOT FROM SOME OBNOXIOUS LITTLE ENTITY TOO INCONSIDERATE TO TURN THE MUSIC DOWN EVEN AT THE LAST ICE AGE. WELL I AM NOT JUST GOING TO LEAVE QUIETLY THIS TIME. HE'S PUSHED ME TOO FAR. IT'S PRACTICALLY BREAKING AND ENTERING. AT LEAST RIPPING TIME AND SPACE APART AND ENTERING.
Death paused in his monologue. He strode out into his garden, where Albert was committing various violent acts on small weeds.
ALBERT.
'Yes master?'
BRING BINKY OUT FOR ME. THEN GO TO THE HALL OF LIFETIMERS. CLEAN UP ALL THE GLASS AND SAND. ALL OF IT. I WON'T HAVE IT IN MY DOMAIN. YOU MUST USE JUST A FEW SECONDS OF YOUR REMAINING TIME TO DISPOSE OF IT ON THE DISC SOMEWHERE. IT WON'T MATTER DOWN THERE.
'But master-'
NO BUTS ALBERT. YOU WILL HAVE TIME JUST TO THROW THAT AWAY. MY ADVICE IS NOT TO DAWDLE.
Albert looked mutinous, then remembered whose domain it was. If he was very quick he really could make it with minutes to spare.
'Right you are master.'
