<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Bfi-00n-g67.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Juan Sánchez Villa-Lobos Ramírez<br/><strong>Where:</strong>San Francisco<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Any<br/><br/>"I say ... have you seen my dragon?"<br/><br/>As conversation starters went, that was a new line on Ramirez, even in the now much stranger world he found himself in. He paused with his coffee cup raised to his mouth, and turned his attention to the source of the somewhat outlandish remark.<br/><br/>The man who stood before him was old, perhaps in his 70s or even 80s, with skin that showed a lot of exposure to the elements. His beard and what remained of his hair was grey and scraggly, and neither appeared to have more than a casual relationship with a comb in some time. The bright red smoking jacket he wore had also seen better days.<br/><br/>"Yes, I ... I seem to have misplaced her." the old man continued, smiling warmly at him. "She shouldn't go wandering off on her own you know, she's quite small." He held up his hand, thumb and forefinger perhaps an inch apart. "Except when she isn't of course." He blinked a few times, looking around the coffee house and shouted out. "LUNG QIUYUE! If you don't get back here this instant I shall be most perturbed." His outburst drew puzzled looks from most of those sitting around, and an irritated one from the owner.<br/><br/><em>Perhaps if I ignore him he'll go away and find someone else.</em>Ramirez thought, a hope that was quickly dashed as the old man sat down opposite and began to help himself to Ramirez's breakfast.<br/><br/>"You can help me find her." he muttered around a mouthful of warm, buttery toast. "You're real. Not like those others. Yes, you're real and all tangled up in string and her string and your string and this toast."<br/><br/>Ramirez's brow furrowed as crumbs of toast sprayed over his shirt, and suppressed a sigh. He fished a few small coins out of his pocket and set them onto the saucer his coffee had rested on. Noting the dirty look the owner was giving, he added a couple more to be on the safe side and then rose. "Come along, Grandfather." he said, resignedly. "Let's go see if we can't find your dragon."