Carol visits the Out-of-Time Cafe
Seattle, Washington. America. Earth. The Milky Way. Somewhere in the Universe. Probably. It was raining. Carol trudged down the muddy street, lost in thought, Sprite following at her heels. It had not been what you would call a successful week. An amnesiac alien, a mystery bet with an entire mountain as collateral and an entire pack of mail-order brides. How did it all fit together? Carol hadn’t the foggiest. It was late and she was cold and tired. What she really needed was a hot cup of something and somewhere to clear her head. A sign up ahead caught her eye, bright neon light reflected in the gathering pools of water. “The Out-of-Time Cafe” Well, it was as good a place as any. Although the “retro” design seemed to be about fifty years too early for where and when she was. Great, Carol thought to herself, another mystery. At least there weren’t any signs saying Sprite couldn’t come in. A bell rang as Carol pushed the front door and was immediately hit by...