Yelp's local guide lists The Fed Zone as the top rated restaurant in Duskwick. Sometimes quaint towns have fabulous boutique cafes along the historic main street. But walking along the street beside the diner was all it took for Mister Reis to determine that in this case, the eatery owed its top spot more to lack of competition than due to its own merits. If there was actually anything supernatural occurring in this town, it was the fact that a diner from the 70's had time warped into this spot. At least, that's the impression he got from looking at its garish brown and orange color scheme with faded linoleum flooring. He swore it also had that old diner smell--slightly citrusy, with a dash of bleach.

He caught sight of the cork board as soon as he stepped in. How could anyone not? Its small frame struggled to contain the reams of missing person fliers. You'd think this was the police office, not the friendly neighborhood diner. "OK Glass, take a picture." He then ripped off half a dozen missing fliers and tossed them in the nearby wastebasket. "So much better", he mumbled to himself while tapping his glasses to take an after photo. He mentally added passing anti-flyer ordinances to the list of initial suggestions to clean up the town's image he would be giving to the mayor later on.

He then noticed the big tall blonde man standing nearby. "Are you in line sir?", he said while simultaneously pointing both of his index fingers at the man. He hoped the answer was no. He was both hungry and in a hurry.