Toward the setting sun.

[totallyhonest]

Well, I guess this is it.

*You see Grace in the hangar with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder.*

As Westwood said, I'm not in danger anymore. The time machine is gone, and I think my time power is gone as well. Nobody will be after me for that purpose anymore.

I don't really have any reason to stay on your protection anymore.

Good bye everyone, and thanks for the good time!

Comments

[totallyhonest]

A trader is like the wind. We go wherever the wind blows...

[star_of_sad]

I guess you could say that...

Please take care of yourself, okay? And stay away from shifty business.

[We wouldn't want the wind to blow Grace to prison now, would we?]

[totallyhonest]

I'm a totally honest merchant.

[star_of_sad]

Of course you are, miss Wallach.

I'm glad we could meet. Please make sure to contact everyone sometimes.

[totallyhonest]

Of course, though I can't promise about the interval. Because you know, wind and all. Also I might be selling some cheap-but-useful electronics in some out of the way village without internet or telephone access.

[star_of_sad]

It's not that we're your parents and have to know about your every move.

But, how many such places are even left on Earth?

[totallyhonest]

You'd be totally surprised how many places never heard about Polystation.

[star_of_sad]

Heard about... what?

[totallyhonest]

Oh boy do I have news for you.

[star_of_sad]

Oh. Umm, just so you know, I am not buying anything.