"Yes, I do plan on asking her myself. New to town? You have new visitors often? Oo, and they hold the key to stopping or continuing the destruction of all reality? Time and reality collapsing in on itself, all circling and falling to this one main focal point in time; which is clouded with wilderness and broken reality storms. A group of half-dead natives, living simply on grit, reality, and necessity. With new occupants that are arriving almost daily, but in small numbers; with the unbelievable task and ability of either fixing it, or making it worse..."

He grinned happily as he fixed his bow tie, "Someone's been peeking at my fantasies."

Clapping his hands together once, he nodded, "Right, so where is this Belia? I need to see her right away. I think it's time to save the Universe. And the dirt tastes wrong. You're right. Tastes far too wrong."