“It’s time to take off your mask, Librarian,” speaks a freshly arrived Wheeler. “I have learned information concerning you from an old witch named Mid Hazel over at New Island.”
“Alright,” he relented. “I know Mid Hazel and her ways. But when I reveal who I am you must change as well. We must do it in concert. Ready?…”
“Don’t play that one two three game with me,” demands Wheeler. “Just remove the mask.”
He did.
And she did.
“As people like us say,” the transmogrified Wheeler pronounces, “we meet again.”
