Chapter Ten
"Can I help you?" Asked Joan as she watched John wave his wand over the computer screen.
"Damn it!* Shouted John as he slammed his fist onto the computer.
Joan jumped back in surprise, and asked, "Can't I help? What are you looking for? I'm pretty good with computers. I'm just trying to contribute to your mission."
John turned to her, and instantly the fierce look on his face melted away, and he smiled warmly at Joan. "I just need more time. Butcher, have you anything precooked?"
The butcher shrugged his shoulders, and pulled a roasted bird out of a nearby refrigerator. "Five credits, please."
John wanted his wand over the credit scanner, handed Joan the tray, and said, "Eat! You need to strengthen yourself. We've got quite a bit of running still to do. Running is a requirement when your with me."
As Joan picked at the bird, wondering if it was chicken, John turned back to the computer. No sooner had she taken a few bites, John cried, "Got it!"
He grabbed he have in an iron strong grip, and led her toward a hatch marked "Pier 3". She could hear the mad voices of several Heads from the wand he held towards his ear.
"I used to love being scared," she muttered. "Halloween was my favorite holiday. Not anymore."