"His gait is off ... is he injured?" one whispered, alarmed …

Meijer spent a goodly portion of his time dedicated to memory …

In memory of Beverly Cleary …

"Yeah?" is how Lawrence greeted the stranger at his door …

"You never have to call a Crossroads Cab," the driver said …

"It's said that we travel together … “

"This face," she whispered, sad and annoyed …

The meeting droned on …

"Are you freaking kidding? Really?" he muttered …

"I'm ready ... as ready as I'll ever be," she'd whispered …

The temporal experiments are currently suspended …

She called him out and he smiled …

"How are you staying busy?" he asked …

"I don't understand," he whispered …

“… someone grab a hold of her,” Earl said …

“…what we call 'Type A' is a kind of magic…”

"That's on odd boy," they said in town …

You only saw the hands …

"Anybody can do a job, honey," Merle said softly …