He felt the hands- or hand like appendages- of the repairman push
him away from the screen and suddenly visible wall, a few sounds of
crackling stone falling apart.
“Ah, sure…” Bruce said with a frown. “I’ll ah…let you do yer stuff, and
I’ll just…wait o’er ‘ere.”
Pressed for time, the Repairman went straight to work, not even acknowledging Bruce any further.
A board here, some cement there, and nails a-plenty. The Repairman quickly became a flurry of tools, ink, and drilling noises. When he finished, the Wall was covered in plaster, boards, cement, and glue. It wasn’t pretty, but….well, it just wasn’t pretty.
Still, it quickly faded back out. The Repairman didn’t stay to admire his handiwork, though. He could feel seawater seeping into his suit from the tearing. He needed to surface fast. He started his way up, hoping he didn’t have to mix with the ocean.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 