"Continuous Reckoning?" asked Barry.
  "I know. a frightening prospect. But it hasn't reckoned me yet," the old man laughed. "Go on, give it a whirl--A whirl, a look. That's all Apostrophe does. Stare and mumble."
  "Let me have another, another," said the boy, but the old man shoved him away.
  Barry wondered if Aaron wasn't in fact a time traveler. Even though of course he did not seem to disappear, he seemed to look through things.
  "I'm on the verge," said Mr. Dwellingham.
  "Which verge are you on?" asked Barry.
  "Of discovering the entirety of the person who dropped this off. It takes a scrupulous eye and a sort of corpse dog nose." The Mole laughed not unlike the way his namesake might.