Saving Forty Five Minutes

P. krameri gives Terence the message.

Gaius and Arthur will be on the next ferry.

When's the next ferry? asks Terence.

In fifteen minutes, says P.krameri. We flew over it.

Who's we? asks Terence.

Jinjing and me, says P. krameri.

Wait a minute, says Terence. What happened?

We met in the air, says P. krameri. And exchanged messages.

Then what? asks Terence.

(This doesn't sound right).

Kept going, says P. krameri.

But that means ... says Terence. What does that mean?

We saved forty five minutes, says P. krameri.

Of what? asks Terence.

Time, says P. krameri.

You said fifteen, says Terence.

They won't be on that one, says P. krameri.

But you said! says Terence.

I said the next one, says P. krameri. In forty five minutes. But it will take half an hour to get here.

When? demands Terence.

Forty five plus thirty, says P. krameri. Never mind. Let's just be comfortable and tell one another our adventures. You first. I heard your toes had a mishap.

Terence reaches into his shorts pocket and pulls out the toes.

They look like little eyeballs.

Look at the way they're looking at you, says P. krameri.

They aren't, says Terence.

Yes we are, say the toe balls.

They're talking! says Terence.

Just looking, say the toe balls.

Ask them how, suggests P. krameri.

How, toe balls? says Terence.

Reproachfully, say the toe balls.