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There's a brief flash of light, the sounds of a busy street, and suddenly, without warning, the light is gone and a man appears. He looks as though he's seen better days; and certainly he has. He's thin, and haggard, and at his side is a puppy who looks as though he's just entering the stage between puppyhood doghood - that gawky adolescent stage.
The puppy looks in far better condition than his master. The man, who some may recognize - but only just - as Sweeney Todd, looks like he's been through Hell and back. He's scruffy, unshaven, and his clothes have certainly seen better days. He looks relieved, when he sees the Sign; his expression might almost be a happy one.
He makes his way slowly to the basket of PINpoints and picks one up, pockets it, and finds a Convenient Nexus Couch to sit down upon. Chester curls up at his feet, wagging his tail a bit. Sweeney sighs and settles back against the Couch, murmuring, "Home. We're home..."
Then he looks up, and winces. "How long was I away?"
The puppy looks in far better condition than his master. The man, who some may recognize - but only just - as Sweeney Todd, looks like he's been through Hell and back. He's scruffy, unshaven, and his clothes have certainly seen better days. He looks relieved, when he sees the Sign; his expression might almost be a happy one.
He makes his way slowly to the basket of PINpoints and picks one up, pockets it, and finds a Convenient Nexus Couch to sit down upon. Chester curls up at his feet, wagging his tail a bit. Sweeney sighs and settles back against the Couch, murmuring, "Home. We're home..."
Then he looks up, and winces. "How long was I away?"