<strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:55<br/><br/>Near the Quayside<br/><br/>Jessica</strong><br/><br/>He shrugs "He won't remember" and leads the two of you down the road in the vague direction, if your internal map is accurate, of another pub.<br/><br/>"Nah, I'm never actually Jean.  It's just the universe thinks I am."  He walks in silence for a while, apparently thinking that that explains everything, but turns back to you just as a Wetherspoons named The Quayside comes in to view.<br/><br/>"You know, Coffee Girl, I'm starting to think that I didn't explain that too well.  You know when you run it over in your head?  Let me try to put this into coffee terms for you.<br/><br/>Imagine you'd made a cup of Nescafe, a cup of Kenco and a cup of...shit I don't know, what's another coffee brand.  Fair trade or something.  So you have three coffee cups that look the same.  The the Nescafe guy says he wants sugar in his.  But they all look the same and you can't tell which is which so you just say Ah fuck it, and choose one at random.  Right?  Because they all look the same?<br/><br/>Well, Jean did some stuff so that me and Honers look the same as her to the universe.  So sometimes if something is meant to happen to her - a piece of good luck, maybe or whatever - the universe can't tell which is her so just goes Ah fuck it and chooses at random.  And it works the other way.  The News is important to her, I'm not really certain why.  So if I'm on the news then the universe goes Ah fuck it and figures its probably her thats on the news.  Does that make any more sense?<br/><br/>Like, there's this chick who summons demons right?  I saved her from this mental breakdown like I did you, I'm a modern day superhero, right?  But if she decided to summon a demon to help me out, there's a chance it'd end up helping Jean or Honer's out, because it couldn't tell the difference.  I dunno.  It's tough to explain and I can't decide if I'm too high or not high enough.  Or, I dunno, the wrong sort of high..."<br/><br/>He trails off into a thoughtful shrug then nods at the pub.  "What's your poison?"