Shit breaks. Have you noticed? Down here on the rock, spinning around in orbital space, bits and pieces collide, go bump, crash, burn, pop and grind to bits. It is not an easy place for a vase from Transylvania to survive. No surprise, then, when it fell over and cracked apart. Jesus Christ himself could have broken that vase, Wanda said, but even that just made Richard feel even worse. There he was trying to help, and the damn thing just had a life of its own. Ever tried to hold onto something when it was hell bent on disintegrating in your hands? Sometimes there is just nothing you can do to prevent it. You grab and grasp, and try to hang on, but you just can't stop the fall. It lands. It breaks. All the King's horses and all the King's men...
Where the hell is Transylvania, anyway?
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