It was raining as they pulled into town. Bike-engines thrummed; wheels skidded; the entourage of hangers-on hung on and stopped beside him. Really the guys could’ve camped outside but they didn’t want to drown. So Peter and John were sent to look for a place.
“How?” asked Peter.
“Follow the watercarrier.”
“ ’Cause he’ll help.”
They followed to a run-down house in a mud-strewn alleyway. “The boss needs 13 bedmats, space for a meal…” Then the stranger, watercarrier, led them upstairs.
“Okay,” he said. “Just don’t wreck the place.”
And next day, time and space and place wrecked man.