Bookwyrm stumbled back into reality, coughing loudly. He was far, far away from the Plot, as he usually was, these days.
He blinked.
"Page 3000," he said, softly. His eyes grew misty. "They made it."
He'd been gone for a long time. He distantly remembered page 2000, and the celebration that had accompanied it. Of course, there was no celebration this time. Plot had it's demands. That wasn't a bad thing, as Plot was what had brought this world to it's current leingth.
It really is a beautiful thing, he thought to himself. So long, so much time...so many stories that this one was built on. Stories he hadn't been there for.
...Is that a problem?
Should I have been there?
Or is this okay?
It did very much seem like the worlds he'd known were slowly fading against the flow of time, being overrun by steady progression of stories he hadn't read. Ironically, chaos was fading in TLT. He'd once thought that to be it's backbone, interspersed by random moments of Plot. But...was it reversed, now?
He sat in his musings on a different world, as far a way, a story continued.
Hopefully a story that would continue forever.