"Randy, you ever hear of people traveling through time?"
"Oh, great! All right, forget it. Sorry I asked."
"No, really, I'm serious. I'm from Greece . . . from long time ago Greece. Don't ask me how I got here. I really don't know. And I don't know how to get back." Demo's disconsolate look almost convinced Randy.
"You are one good actor. I'm ready to break out a hanky. Look,
I was out of line. You don't have to tell me anything. Hell,
I've told you practically nothing about me, now have I?"
They finished their omelettes, and Randy was sipping his coffee when Demo glanced out the window.
"It's him! It's Cronus! I'm going back! Randy, thank you for your help. Here, take this money."
Demo pulled out handsful of bills, laid them on the table in front of Randy.
"Cronus! Come off it!" Randy glanced out the window.
A tall figure, dressed as was Demo, stood on the sidewalk. His face was grim, and he was making some weird, ritualistic motions. Randy looked toward Demo.
Demo was fading. At the moment he seemed at some point between clear jello and fog, with fog gaining the upper hand.