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The dolly stacked full of cases of beer hits the floor. Maurice was trying to prop it up with his left shoulder while he clutches his re-injured right arm, but he's gone down too. Damion turns around and sees the mess, and stands helplessly with his arms full for an entire panel. Finally he unfreezes, puts his beer down, and runs to help Maurice.

The alien lingers briefly, but she can only apologize for not being able to turn back time. There's nothing helpful she can do.

Damion asks, "You all right?"

"Yeah," says Maurice.

"Can you still drive?" Damion asks.

"It was just my bad arm collapsing. I'm fine," Maurice assures him.

They survey the puddle of glass and beer on the warehouse floor. "That's a lot of beer," Damion observes. Maurice mumbles an agreement, on his feet again and cradling his arm. "Vinny gonna be mad."

***

Life pummels you sometimes! I'm on track; just off schedule. That's one of the problems with keeping oneself to a schedule. When I'm doing well, I tighten it up and add more to it, and then when my smooth sailing becomes a little bumpier, I feel like I'm falling off the schedule. I'm not really. Nobody is holding my feet to the fire except for the utility companies and my need to eat regularly.