Mark was finally going to get it right this year. He and his fiancée, Eleanor, were selling glow sticks for the Fourth of July parade to raise money for charity, and Mark had a brilliant plan to sell out. The plan was simple. If all the lights in the city went out, there would be quite the demand for glow sticks across the city. He had it all planned out and had even rehearsed it. He had to be at the utilities place no later than seven thirty and back at the parade to his impressed fiancé no later than eight. It’s brilliant, he thought. She’ll know she made the right decision. Everyone in the vicinity of the parade, every house in its path, would need a glow stick.
They were nearly to German Village now. Eleanor wasn’t the best driver, but she wasn’t the worst. She was a pretty fast driver, but that wasn’t really a problem until they had gotten to the cobblestone street. The bricks on the cobblestone street were hardly like the pavement. The Doctor and Elise were practically up in the air at some points in the journey. They pulled up to a place called Schmidt’s Sausage house.
“Well that was quite bumpy wumpy,” said the Doctor. On one of the restaurant walls there was a sign that read, “Caution, bricks on cobblestone road may be uneven.”
“Got that one figured out,” said Eleanor, pointing to the sign, but the Doctor was too already too entranced with the town to pay attention.
“Very authentic,” said the Doctor.
“Yes, very. Where should we go first?” asked Eleanor.
“I say the book loft,” said Elise.
“That’s a brilliant idea,” said the Doctor.
“Okay, then. To the German Village Book Loft,” said Eleanor.
“To the book loft,” said the Doctor, already walking down the street.
“Book loft is this way, Doctor,” Elise said. Within five minutes they were at their destination. German Village seemed to be a town meant more for walking. There were signs directing them to a courtyard entrance. Elise couldn’t help but notice more of those angel statues there. She didn’t take her eyes off of them until they were completely inside the book loft.
“Wow,” said the Doctor in awe. The book shop was huge.
“My fiancé Mark wants to meet in about five minutes for lunch. Is that alright, Doctor?” asked Eleanor.
“Sounds lovely. I’m quite famished after the journey here. Any of the places here have fish sticks and custard?” asked the Doctor.
“I’m not sure. I would imagine most of them sell German food, but I’ll check,” said Eleanor. It took more like thirty minutes until the crew of three met up with Mark.
“I thought you said about five minutes,” said Mark.
“We got lost in the books, and I mean that quite literally. It is very easy to get lost in there,” said Eleanor.
“Yes, German book lofts almost seem bigger on the inside,” said the Doctor. They had good reason for saying this. The normal looking book loft contained thirty-two rooms of nothing but books. Every room seemed to lead to a new room or even a basement.
“I do think you’ll like Schmidt’s,” said Mark.
“I think so, too,” said the Doctor.
