<div class="floatright">(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTAK9_Qlhxy3QOMkqi-NaEYShJQtAm3rs2xZ0MDuHSGMIWNbiLb1A)</div>The story that tumbled out of the deputy's mouth was almost painful. Compounded by the frown of frustration with which he regarded the sugar shaker, it was all Jordan could do not to burst into laughter. Part of her felt bad, but it was far outweighed by the part of her that was astonished. It only got harder to stay quiet when he impaled himself with his fork, causing him to get quite red with anger and hiss unpleasantries under his breath. It felt rather like being in an episode of the Three Stooges, this kind of stuff just wasn't supposed to happen to real people.<br/><br/>When the brick of sugar hit his coffee she could contain it no more, letting out a strangled snort of a laugh. Jack's face had congealed into a mask of calmness, which was almost impressive, except the muscle in his jaw was twitching furiously. She had to bite her lip to keep quiet, but somehow she managed. Suddenly behind her someone gave out a yell. Quickly she turned in her seat too see who it was, and there stood Steve Carlsberg.<em>Steeeve Carlsbeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrg.</em>Jordan felt an irrational flash of anger. She didn't even know Steve, but the way Cecil talked about him... Well it was very convincing.<br/><br/>Steve was standing, slack jawed one arm raised pointing at the wall behind Jack. She turned back, Jack's face was still frozen in frustrated blankness as he stirred his sugar with coffee, and behind him...<br/><br/>The wall, the normally solid, reliable wall that was an integral part of the diner was melting from the top down. In slow, molasses thick ripples and ponderous bubbles. It looked like plastic that had gotten too hot, warped and bowed in waves that were moving right towards Jack, as he sat in his booth, stirring his coffee as if it required every once of his concentration.<br/><br/>"Jack watch out!" Jordan's voice was a little squeakier than normal, as she looked at less than solid wall and reached to grab the deputy's sleeve. This was really, really,<em>really</em>not good. "Jaxon!"