If he hit his head then it had to be the same with this giant fairy, this pre- or rather posthuman presence, who was still sitting just like before, not a single change or difference compared with other moments before... Or wait: she blinked.<br/>But even this was to rare to be normal. The bowl in her hands - that was normal. The only normal thing around her.<br/>In the silence that fell upon them gently there was this constant little ticking noise... A clock, on the wall. That's<em>two</em>normal things...