2nd Epilogue:
"Man, what the heck were those guys smoking?" the Canadian said in a far corner table. "I need to get me some of that!"
"Eh eh eh eh," the Italian laughed, taking another sip of wine. "It was funny, but I don't understand all of the joke, English not being my first language after all."
"Hey, don't give me that -- Mxy's first language isn't English, either, after all."
"This is true. Ehy, pardon me, TTT, but why are we in this story?"
"Oh... uh... well... y'see, Euro, there's this old thing about writers who write themselves into a collaborative story. Once they've made themselves part of a fictional universe, they're up for grabs just like any other background character or guest star. I did it back in that TOMB story, Journeys of the Heart, and I've never quite made it back. And you one-upped that with your Soul Search story."
"I understand that, TTT. But why are we here on La Perdita having drinks at Jake's? Don't you live in Vancouver, BC, Canada, just as I live in Albareto, Parma, Italy? Our fictional counterpart are the same, yes?"
"..."
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"...uhhhh... Continuity has the hiccups...?"
"Eh eh eh. Where are those retcon penguins when you need them?"
