"Jack?"

"Daniel."

"Is something wrong?"

"Suddenly dinner at Hammond's gives this a whole new meaning."

His words puzzled me for just a moment before a flash of something said at that Thanksgiving dinner a few days earlier occurred to me. I'd accused Jack of attempting to emulate the turkey's condition willingly. Jack had answered, "What the turkey doesn't know doesn't bother him."

Smirking I repeated my reply.

"Gobble, Gobble."

Thinking of his typical reaction, my duck didn't stop him from planting a hand firmly in my back to propel me into the event horizon and becoming some cosmic giant's meal.