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Roland, in his room, is still plugging away at Green Eggs and Ham...or at least that's what it would look like to the observer. In reality, Roland is seeing bats coalesce into a woman-shape. Over, and over, and over.

And then there was the man with red eyes and fangs.

And then there was Joe...defending the bat-thing-woman.

And Meg.

And Anthy, standing there. Just standing there. With...purple hair.

He pulls himself out of his thoughts, and running a finger under the text, reads out loud, "I do not like them, Sam-I-am."

Concentrate, gunslinger.

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"A shame she doesn't know as well as Meg not to truck with the Seven." Roland is indeed sorry that Joe got caught in the middle...but they're the Seven. They can do that sort of thing.

Joe sighs. "Anthy don't seem to know better than to do anything. She ain't right in the head. All I want to do is not truck with her myself."

"Think she'll try anything, after this? Everybody seemed to be concerned with what happens to her next. She didn't seem to care much."

"She normally doesn't. This is very strange for her--she hardly ever seems to want anything or care what happens to her."

He frowns. "I don't know what's left for her to try. Mina an' I have a code phrase, to know for sure when we meet."

"Good." Joe's not stupid. And neither's Mina, it would seem.

And because it's got to be said: "This place keeps trying to give me a headache." He lifts his left hand, rubs his left temple briefly. "A Dream-lord. A shape-changer. More wizards in one place than have been seen in all In-, Mid-, and End-World in a thousand years. A cloud of bats that turns into a woman. God and the Man Jesus."

Joe chuckles. "An' a man from another world, who's half like myself and half a legend out of my world's past, on a quest to save all the worlds by finding the Tower at the center of the universe."

"You're preachin' to the choir, gunslinger."

"You're listening, aren't you?"

Joe nods. "But I've heard it before, from my own mouth. This ain't where I belong. Even more so than you. I never heard of Endless nor vampires before I set foot in this place, an' I'd always taken magic and possession to be stories."

Roland inclines his head. "You say true. In some worlds they are stories. In Jake's world."

"And in mine..." He shrugs. "What magic there was in my world died a long time ago, though the Manni still have faith in its persistence. It was replaced with machines. There are such stories in my world, as well, although magic is...more common."

Joe frowns. "Here at Milliways, I ain't sure if what they use are machines are magic. Maybe by the End of the Universe things have gotten to the point that you can't tell the difference."

He sighs. "I should go." He pauses. "Thank you. I know it ain't easy to look past the way things are in your world."

"If I don't, I'll make enemies. And I have plenty enough."

And now it's Roland's turn to pause. "Wish you joy of your woman, Joe. For as long as it may last."

Joe nods gravely. "Well said." He stands. "Long days and pleasant nights, gunslinger."

Roland's smiling a bit. "And may you have twice the number."

He reaches for Green Eggs and Ham again. Might as well finish the story, even though he knows how it ends.

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