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-- Igor Stravinsky
"And there's something else about this movement business," Justin
began, still sitting on the floor and leaning back against a dry
portion of the couch.
"Where did Cecil go?" Julia asked, looking around the corner into the
bedroom.
"I don't know. The thing about this instantaneous movement is -- "
"Cecil!" she called. "Kitty, kitty, kitty!"
"He's probably in the bathroom," Justin grunted. "Hiding. He'll come
out in his own time."
"I know, I'm just feeling paranoid right now."
"I understand. But the thing about this movement -"
"Look, I can barely follow physics when I can think straight -- which
is not now -- so skip over that and just tell me where we go from here."
Justin sighed. What good was discovering something important if no one
wanted to hear about it?
"There's only one thing we can do. We find Seltsam, whatever that is.
That's probably where they're operating from. I don't know what
they're planning, but from what's written in here, it's big!"
"Uncle Justin, you've stumbled on the secret of instant travel, you've
gone half-way around the world in the last hour or so, and you don't
have the first clue where Seltsam is.
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