Chapter 9

Archie was relatively blasé about his time-travelling situation. Despite his ability to Pull energy a little, he was pretty grounded in the here and now. Day to day survival was his priority, rather than listening to wild tales about the future. He had been happy to help Lew. Lew had thought he was probably just that sort of easy-going bloke—driven by chance and luck, good or bad.

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The Temperance Billiard Hall was quiet at this time of day and he easily made out Archie, sat at the bar with what looked like a cup of tea. “All right?” he asked, as he sat down beside him on one of the bar stools.

“Fine. I think I’ve found something.”

Lew ordered a pot of tea and tossed his cap down, leaning his elbows on the bar, foot on the brass rail. “What?”