“Excuse me?” I said.

            “I could use a talented man to photograph my performers.  They spend so much time on their costumes and no one even gets a decent photograph.”

            “Oh,” I said.  I wasn’t quite sure what else to say.  The offer was generous but I have worked for The Voyeur for so long it has become a part of me.  What would Dreama do if I left?  Well.  I guess the same as she does now considering I’ve never done very much.  I suppose she wouldn’t even miss me.

            “You would get a salary, of course,” Mr. Felix said breaking my long hesitation.   “And you could stay in my train car until we got you your own.”

            This time I did choke on my hot white chocolate double mocha latte.