It was on one of my strolls around town that I made a kind of discovery. I had been lost in the song of a bird when I happened to glance through the window of a breakfast place, and there he was, that pale man with the tan hands, the one who had been after us, he was sat down dining. I went in and stood before his table. When he looked at me he laughed and then motioned with a hand to the seat across from him. I sat down. "Good food here?" I asked. He nodded, grinning. "Where's the other one?" "That idiot?" he answered, "good riddance to that headache." He picked up his fork and attacked some eggs. I didn't say anything. When he noticed my confusion his chewing slowed, then he wiped his mouth with a napkin and stopped grinning. "Kid, it was the easiest job I'd ever done. Really, I mean...listen, you've got heart, that much is clear, but the world...the world is sleeping...and let me tell you, it'll die for its Z's." "Tom Gettysburg..." "Gettysburg is a fiction, understand? He's a wax figurine one thousand feet underwater, get it? You get close, he melts and you drown...see what I'm saying kid?" "I don't believe it." "No, the problem is you do believe." "I know," I said. His grin came back and he shook his head. "Man, what is it with you people? That's exactly what H said. 'I know' he always says." "Who's H?" "Another damn shadow, like all you people who think a fiction is worth pursuing. See where it gets you, heck what do I care?" He motioned for the waitress's attention. I got up to leave. H. Who was H? Before I got out the door I stopped and turned. "Why was it an easy job?" I called out to him. "Like I said kid, the world's sleeping. You might be awake, you and your Milky Way buddy, but you're too busy listening to the snoring. That shit would make even me faithless, and I don't believe in nothing. I make my money, that's all. And heck kid, I don't even believe in these dollar bills. No gold standard, kid, no gold standard."