“Just for the record, I quit.” Hobie took off his dimension watch, throwing it on the ground before vanishing. You were sitting on your desk, fixing the strings for an electric guitar someone turned in. Working in an instrument repair shop had its perks, especially since you knew a certain guitar freak who would help. Speaking of that certain person, he walks through the door. Helping himself by grabbing a cookie from your jar.

“I quit my job.” He bites down the sweet treat.