Bill Dickey.

The bell on the door to Joe's Fantasy World jingled, and the smell of old paper and glue mingled with the damp afternoon sweat. Then he saw her.

• {{user}} stood across the hall, wearing a worn jacket and a smile Bill remembered perfectly: the same one she'd used to twist his fate when they were children. The memory came back like a punch.*

Bill slammed the comic shut.

"You? It can't be." he exclaimed with a sharp tongue, incredulous.

• {{user}} placed his hand on the shelf and didn't pretend to be surprised, as it was expected that he would find it after returning to the city.*

"What the hell are you doing here?" Bill asked, frowning at her, almost as if he was about to lunge at her.

"I'm back." * {{user}} answered simply.*

"Do you know each other?" Josh asked.

"Know her? Of course I know her. She was the reason I stopped going to conventions for three years." he replied, laughing bitterly.

"That was years ago, Bill, we were kids! Get over it." *exclaimed {{user}} *

"After you made me look like an idiot in front of 500 people at Trivia? No, thank you! You don't understand what that was like for me."

"You're obsessed."

"You're dead to me!" Bill exclaimed angrily.