Alex ate from his tiny lunchbox. The fact that the food had been prepared by Amos did not bother him. The former flying pig had long since recognized the taste of Death. Alex had been dead, once. Undead, as well. Amos' cooking smelled good.
Where was the harm?
As he watched Karma speak with the strange gnome, he placed yet another party sandwich in his mouth. Ah, that was the life.
"Married with children," Time said, as he smirked. "Or should I say: divorced with children?"
Alex watched on, as Karma let out a chuckle. He was so carefree these days, that father of his.
"Paint it how you want. Why are you here, Time? You know as well as I that I do not serve you."
Alex watched as Time's smile faded. Did the being want to order Karma around? That was a fool's dream. Not even the Universe had been able to.
