Litjitzu Ninjas sizzled down rappelling ropes and onto the roof, still tacky and soft from a day of Sun; yet another fickle star that recently left the Apple for L.A.
Franzensan raised a handsignal and the helicopter lopped away, trailing ropes beneath it like slackened Mosquito legs.
Chabonsan lingered, fascinated by the snazzy granite griffin on the roofline. Franzensan snapped and they both tiptoed light enough to stand on moonbeam itself.
Dan Lazar snapped awake. "Who's there?"
"Ghost of Rejections Past," said the darkness.
"That's a reach."
"So, I'm a reacher. Now, admit your e-mail rejection is an Outlook autoresponse."
Oh dear dog, this is wonderful!!!!