2 Pies (Apple)
::Young Ned was eight years, one hundred and twelve days, ten hours, and twenty-three minutes old when he took a ride on his first train. It was the express, running from the village of Coeur d'Coeurs into the city of Lakeshore, and his mother had insisted he go with her to her dentist's appointment.
The seats were hard, the ride lonely and boring, and his beloved dog, Digby, wasn't there to play with him. Young Ned hadn't liked it.
It is now nine days, twenty-one hours, fifty-eight minutes, and twenty seconds since the Piemaker had arrived so suddenly and without warning on the Valkyrie Express. During those nine days, he had managed to alienate everyone he spoke to, including Kukaku, the one-armed fireworks and pyrotechnics expert, and reluctant roommate to the unfortunate Piemaker.
His pieshop was gone, his friends were missing and possibly presumed him dead, and Digby wasn't there. Most of all, the Piemaker missed Chuck. He missed her smile, and her laugh, and the mouth that made the laugh and the smile. He missed everything about her.
He found he didn't like this train, either::
....I hope I didn't leave the ovens on.
The seats were hard, the ride lonely and boring, and his beloved dog, Digby, wasn't there to play with him. Young Ned hadn't liked it.
It is now nine days, twenty-one hours, fifty-eight minutes, and twenty seconds since the Piemaker had arrived so suddenly and without warning on the Valkyrie Express. During those nine days, he had managed to alienate everyone he spoke to, including Kukaku, the one-armed fireworks and pyrotechnics expert, and reluctant roommate to the unfortunate Piemaker.
His pieshop was gone, his friends were missing and possibly presumed him dead, and Digby wasn't there. Most of all, the Piemaker missed Chuck. He missed her smile, and her laugh, and the mouth that made the laugh and the smile. He missed everything about her.
He found he didn't like this train, either::
....I hope I didn't leave the ovens on.