Dimentio had attempted for a time to avoid both Flipside and Flopside, yet here he was. In fact, he didn’t really like going to heavily populated areas at all; at least, he didn’t like going to ones where people smiled at you and said hello to you on the street. He much preferred darker, grungier areas where no one looked anyone else in the eyes for fear of attracting the wrong kind of attention. Hopefully, everyone in Flipside would recognize from his air that he was not one to be greeted, and he would be able to get what he was here for and leave quickly. That was, he had hoped that until he stumbled upon someone he hadn’t really wanted to stumble upon. Granted, it was better than running into Nastasia, but nevertheless...