The Badgerman had come to call on them as they were congregated in the lounging area at the tail end of that week, preparing to meet Pam at the train station. She had gotten herself a ticket, as she had planned, and supposedly done enough research to have an idea of where to go. It had been a week with no sight of or questioning from the Badgerman and he came as company again, without his pad or pen. As he appeared alongside Importune, False groaned and cursed his bad timing, because he very much wanted to share coffee, but both he and Judith had been bullied into viewing Pam’s departure. And what was there to view, he thought? He shouldn’t be amused, not in the slightest.
“It’s seems I’ve arrived at a poor time again,” the Badgerman laughed. “I do try, honestly, to come at a good hour. But you seem to be busy often.”
“We’re obligated to see Pam off at the station,” False sighed. “Otherwise it would be a good time.