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Lucas rubs the towel on his head, drying his freshly-washed hair as he emerges from the bathroom. It's been a long day, but a good one. Somehow the sadness of approaching autumn is lessened by the bright mums ready for planting.

But tonight is a good night to settle in with one of his books, this time one with information on the Runaway Five. It seems like a good one to share with Duster.

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"Can I see the picture? Maybe I'll recognize them."

Lucas hands over the book for Duster to see.

"I think this book's a lotta pictures, but there's some band info in there."

Duster flips through the pages and glances at the photos of a group of men in suits and shades. Two singers, a keyboardist that reminds him of Shimmy Zmizz, a bassist, a saxophone player, and someone playing a small drum.

"You think Porky had a picture of them because he liked their music? It looks like they were really popular."

"Maybe he did. But I think they got somethin' to do with someone Porky liked more."

Lucas holds up a hand and goes to his things, digging through his collection of stuff from both their world and Milliways.

Duster continues to read through the book on the Runaway Five, looking for information about their music. They mostly played jazz and blues, but he already knew that from listening to their music.

He decides to check the index for a chapter on musical analysis.

Lucas makes a small "ah-ha!" of triumph as he pulls something out of his things.

"I remember that all of the pictures in the cinema had the same person in 'em," he says, holding up a yo-yo. "I think he mighta been Porky's best friend."

Duster puts the book on his bed and walks over to Lucas. "This is the yo-yo we got in Thunder Tower, right?"

"Yeah. King P's Best Friend Yo-Yo. It's kinda like that collection of stuff we saw, isn't it?"

"I think those were things he took from his world, too.

You think all of those belonged to that one person?"

"I dunno," he answers with a shrug. "Maybe some of them did. It seemed like a lot. But maybe they were all important to that person."

"You've been readin' 'about the old world, right? You think we might finds answers in there?"

"Maybe. It's been interestin' to learn about the old world anyway."

He toys with the yo-yo, winding it and looping the string on his finger.

"There're a lotta things that connect to Porky somehow."

"I guess so. He's the reason why everything from the old world came to Tazmily."

Lucas tries to yo-yo without much success.

"It's been a bunch to look up, but I just realized I haven't asked for anything about Porky himself."

"That would be a good idea. If he could time travel, I'm sure someone wrote 'bout him in the old world."

"Yeah, that's prob'ly right," Lucas agrees, still messing with the yo-yo. "I looked up the stuff that I thought was more important already."

But what could have happened that made Porky the person they met? What spurred his first decision to travel through time? Why did he persist even as it took its toll on his body?

What are they going to find?

Lucas' serious attitude is all Duster needs.

"Mind if I go down to the bar to ask? You need to sleep, and I'm not gonna be tired for a while."

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As if on cue, Lucas gives another yawn.

"I don't mind," he answers, rubbing his palm into his eye. "It has been a long day."

He tidies his things back together, putting the yo-yo on top, and gives a stretch.

"G'nite, Duster."

"Good night, Lucas," Duster says calmly. He places the book on the nightstand. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Lucas sleepily nods and gets himself to bed. By the time Duster gets back, his hair stands up all over the place, his body lies twisted in the strange contortions sleep brings, and his covers are doing a good job keeping his left big toe warm.

It's a good thing Duster a thief, since he always returns to their room past midnight when Lucas is asleep. Without making a sound, he sneaks over to Lucas' bed to check on him. He looks so happy here, as if he didn't have years of emotional turmoil with him.

Duster takes the blanket, which Lucas kicked away sometime during the night, and covers him, tucking him in. Lucas breathes out a happy sigh.

Content, Duster moves to his own bed. He never had much use for pajamas, but there were such nice ones in Milliways, that he changed into them before sitting on his bed and removing his leg brace. Once he was comfortable, it only took a few minutes before he finally fell into a deep sleep.

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