The Universe's Mixer

The City had been thinking. During the time after the conference as Thomas, and now, after Thomas. It had been giving consideration to the things that it had learned. It had also thought much about how the death of Thomas had felt, a disturbing, horrible thing.

There was one person who had taught it the most. Who had cared enough to take Thomas in. To call Thomas a friend. The City didn't know if she intended to continue the friendship now, but it did. It had started by telling Jesse Custer about her, and that she needed to be kept safe.

Now, it had something for her, that came from it directly.

At her cottage, The City placed her gift inside, and left a note on the door:

Dear Beauty,
You have done so much for me. You gave me a place to live, and you cared for me.
I felt that this was the least that I could do. Please accept my gift. I do hope you like it.
I won't be coming home anymore, but I will always be available to you if you want to speak.

In Friendship,
Thomas.

Jack was in his office as per usual when the City started moving again. He didn't notice until one of the people in the office shouted. When he looked out the window that was being pointed at, he saw the buildings start to move. Slowly usually, in the fashion that was normal to the City.

The calls quickly started coming in after that. Mostly locals who were elated about their fridges repopulating the food, but some from others who were disgruntled about the streets and buildings starting to move again.

Jack was... well, he was always sorry for those who weren't used to the moving streets. He himself wasn't always used to them, but he could deal with it. All things said and done, he was mostly relieved. The bank account for the City's budget started to refill itself and suddenly his office had a fully stocked liquor cabinet again-the liquor had been slowly edged away as Jack had entertained various CEOs and others who might have needed reassurances.

In short, things were back to their normal working order. Normal for the City, which wasn't normal as far as those who hadn't been born here were concerned. But to Jack, normal was all relative.

With the panic in the streets mostly quelled, he decided that it was time to do something that he hadn't done for almost as long as he could remember.

He took a day off.

Just like that, he asked his secretary to reschedule all of his appointments and he ignored the ever growing inbox and he left the office. He didn't head home however. No, home meant the confusion with Alice and home wasn't really where he wanted to be right now.

Instead he left a message and then headed to the enchanted home of one particular mystic who had a fondness for fishnets. He stopped to pick up a box of chocolates and a single red rose on the way. Once there, he knocked and waited for the house (and presumably the woman inside the house) to decide whether or not to let him in.