Instantly all the heads turned and stared in the direction that John was pointing. Ava, who was tall and muscular, grinded her right fist in the palm of her left hand. “Do you want me take care of him, like I took care of that blonde who was reading us those prophecies?”

“No, I don’t believe that that is necessary,” Fatheriam replied. “I believe that there is a glass wall separate him from us, so even if you wanted to do anything, I don’t think you could.”

“Well then what do you want to do about him?”

“Ignore him.  For some unknown reason, the Narrator has placed him in this location. I suggest that we pretend that he is not even there and continue with what we are here to do. Afterall, I figure that we all want to get this minor annoyance taken care of, so that we can go back to what we were doing before we were dragged into this insanity. Am I correct in saying this?”

The rest of the group murmured their consent.

“Okay then, let’s get started, “Where did the Narrator last leave off.”

The room fell dead silent as the other characters looked up at Fatheriam with blank looks on their faces.

“Okay, I take if from your blank expressions that no one knows where he just left off?”

“I believe, though I’m not certain, that the Narrator may have left off with John  and I getting the answers we need from Ego’s.” Sassy replied with some hesitation

“Okay, well that’s at least a start.” Fatheriam replied. “Now, will everyone please pull out your manuscripts of the Second Novel of Crow (working Title) and see if we can help move this story along.