Hmmm...Could it be??? Never mind, well, for a moment a chill went up my spine and I had an image of the Alchemist in my mind. I need to go back and re-read the whole story from the beginning. Or it could be indigestion. Or it could be a nightmare, induced by imagining a pile of your socks being somewhere...the smell! The stench!
Better make sure the Alchemist doesn't find out about this. Fortunately he can't find you in the Book of Faces. I suppose Theodore knows or at least has the concepts down.
