Crispin sat at the top of a great, silver tower. There he enjoyed a wonderfully cool breeze. A great expanse of white, chalky rock surrounded the tower as far as the eye could see. It was peaceful here, and Crispin took a deep breath and cleared his mind.

Here there were no perverted caterpillars, no brazen young women. Here there were no gunslingers or intoxicated samurai. Just peace and quiet, and a cup of the most delightful tea.

Crispin let out a sigh.

Gently placing his cup down, he stood up and left the tower. It was far too boring here.