Mastodawn

“Poe, may I ASK you something?” the little man with clocks for eyes ASKed.

“ASK; the answer may be cryptic,” Poe said. The poppy flowers around his face muffled his answer. Today, for some reason, the raven was absent.

“What happened to that obstinate lass?”

“We went to the pendulum room, and she suddenly lost interest in being two places at once. Strange.”

“Very—you got enough sap yet? Me hay fever is killing me,” the Time Manager said.

“Where is she now?” he continued, then sneezed.

“Plenty—Forest Lawn and Boston Old Town Cemetery.”

“ASK and thou shalt receive”