Riley looks at his ring, furrows his brow, then smacks a palm to his forehead. "Duh... hello Riley." He mutters under his breath. "Dinah, I'll see you at the restaurant as planned. Talk to you later." He ends the transmission.
"Time to stop thinking like Goldstar and start thinking like a Time Master.
Max... I'm going to trust you to keep a secret, and then we're going to lay low anywhere you want for as long as it takes for the ring to run out of power. Deal?"
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