While I was busy proofreading the 1669 pages of my opus magnum 
‘Pre-Assyrian Philately in a Nutshell’, a gasp made me look up. My 
friend Sean was standing in front of me, as white as a sheet, staring at
 me with terror-filled eyes.
‘I need your help,’ he groaned. And 
he told me that he had been looking round an antiques dealer when a man 
in a white hat entered the shop. "The dealer seemed to know him, greeted
 him and asked what Mr. mayor was doing here. The man answered that he 
was attending to his secret business, turned round, our eyes met and 
suddenly daggers flashed in his eyes. The next moment, he pulled his hat
 down low over his face and disappeared."
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When I gave him an 
irritated look, Sean burst out: "Don't you understand, Tetrapilotomos? I
 have met Death in the guise of the mayor! But I know a refuge at 
L'Estany de l'Illa in Andorra. He certainly won't find me there. Please 
help me."
So I sacrificed precious time, and 15 minutes later Sean was able to be transported to his desired destination in a wormhole.
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| photo: Xavier Puyol | 
My
 friend's fear gave me no peace. So I decided to get some fresh air. Not
 far from the antiques dealer, I spotted the man in the white hat and 
confronted him:
"You scared my friend to death. Why?"
"I didn't want 
to scare him", he said. "I was just surprised to see him here because we
 have an appointment tonight at L'Estany de l'Illa."