The Archer left his pack behind. I examined his quiver.

It contained just one arrow. There was something wrong with it... tiny insects covered its surface. With little blue flashes of light they would vanish & reappear.

"Time flies." I whispered in horror.

"And?" Said the Archer. He had returned! Silently, he loomed in the door. "There is little I can do." He explained. "Time flies *like* an arrow."

[I run from the room, instinctively ducking the oncoming barrage of rotten vegetables.]