“Mayhap we are, depending on how we use that docket,” answered Blom. He continued the previous scene without so much as a break.

“‘Fraid you haven’t got much choice on that account,” answered Hur in his authoritarian voice that all authoritarians liked to use.

“Well what’s this about then?” Gack said irritably. He didn’t like bein’ interrupted on his walks, especial by those of the Gilba Gilba Constabulary.

Hur replied in his customary AUTHORITARIAN tone: “Ain’t actually about you, Farmer, just got a coupla questions for Blom here and then you fellas can be on your way.”

“But in the last scene you said you wanted to talk to both of us,” retorted Gack, visibly confused and invisibly angry.

“Now that’s because that was the last scene and I didn’t foresee where this conversation would be headed at that time, you understand,” said Hur, flickin’ his t’backer out behind him like some sorta character from a different story. “That’s my right and I aim to use it. Now yer presence ain’t needed at this point in time, Farmer, but stick around and mayhap I’ll have some questions for ya after all? Though I reckon you’re like as not apt to find ‘em too pleasant.”

“Hur, yer outta your boundaries,” Blom warned. “Goin’ on and on like some sorta Crown Official? We’re all townsfolk here and if you throw the same attitude at me as you just did at Gack well we might be havin’ a bit o’ trouble, lad.”

Constable Hur took a pull of his t’backer and blew the smoke back out where it sifted up into the light of the Catcher’s Moon! BEeeeeeautiful. He sighed and said, “Now then Blom, let’s have a lookee here see with regards to the co-owner of the town’s favorite establish.”

“If you’re aimin’ to lob me queries about Glen, I’d rather you be up front about the line of inquiry instead of comin’ at me all side-like,” Blom said as though he’d been rehearsing for this confrontation. He’d been up all night rehearsing it. “Now Glen came back with summa Heemee’s Finest other day, lookin’ all wild-like like the Jibberjabs were back. Now what in particular you have to ask me, Hur?”

“Fair enough, fair enough, Blom.” Hur probably sensed Blom’s tone at this point which in text comes off fairly neutral but I can assure you as a firsthand witness I saw the subtext behind it! “Just askin’ questions. Glen’s been real secretive even before his month’s disappearance.”

“Aye, so’s this just another scene where nothin’ of import really happens and we just push the words around till we feel like we’ve hit an ending?”

“Ain’t much of an ending,” Gack opined from the shadows.

“Aye, but that’s what we get when we don’t have no clear direction upon set-out. Hey Hur,” Blom said, “why don’t you go on now, constable duties seem to have expired and I have an inn to tend.” He gestured towards the Ragged Maiden, a few blocks away. Its chimney was silent and still: a sign he needed to get back there and fire up the ol’ fire!