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The Albino (Superhero Black Hole, part 83)

“OK, let’s think through this,” said Zoe. “First of all, why is it that Other Us were walking towards our building instead of away from it?”

“Um…”
I cupped my head in my hands as I tried to think. Then I saw the leather strap of the watch I wore on my wrist.
“Zoe, check your watch.”

“I don’t have a watch.”

“Then check your phone, then!”

“Right, right.” She slipped her phone from her pocket, whilst muttered something about me having said “then” twice in one sentence.

“What time do you make it,” I asked.

“Nine forty-three.”

“My watch says nine twenty-nine. We didn’t leave ’til nine forty-five! We were too early!”

“How do you know your watch is correct?”

“Because I always check it and adjust it every hour to make sure it is right.”

“Damn it.”

“So, other than your shitty time-keeping skills—”

She flipped me the bird.

“—what about that albino guy?”

What about me?

Me and Zoe very nearly crapped our pants at the shockingly sudden guest appearance of the devil of which we spoke…

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