An Interesting Twist

Hey it's future dog here,

So here's an intersting twist. I'm hanging out with sir Johannes here and we get to talking. Turns out he is very very emotional (I should have brought some meds for him from the future) and he started confessing all of these troubles to me. He went on and on about how he had this whole state of the art printing press with all of these raised letters that just printed letters and with it he was going to revolutionize the world. He was very proud of this and insteast of waiting until the next morning to unveil his project he grabbed a wanderer in the midst of the night to show it off to him. This is where the trouble starts.

The man he pulled in happened to be the guy I was looking for, funny how fate seems to mess around like that with her dipping her hand into everyone elses business. Why would she just leave ol' Gutenberg here alone? He was on the verge of a breakthrough that would change the world for aeons. Maybe her boyfriend broke up with her and she's feeling down in the dumps, regardless, she's a trouble maker. Johaness new guest, unbelievably enough, had a raised letter fetish. I remember him from Drinkinsville, Stephen Hambriddle. Hambriddle would always be on the search for all sorts of cooky letters. He was a fan of times new roman at first, but quickly grew tired of those common letters. Then he just wanted letters with serifs on them, then the ones without serifs until soon it turned into the most absurd wing dings he could find, even though it made no sense to his letter polluted brain. He would break into libraries at night and go through all sorts of books searching page after old page for the most deranged of fonts. He was constantly getting himself detained and put into a holding cell for a few nights. He'd say he was all calm again and the push over enforcement (I swear they had graham crackers for brains) would let him go even though the entire cell would be covered in all sorts of carvings of letters, truly a sign of a lunatic. He must have struck gold when he found Johannes here.

So now I'm off to follow the trail of letters Hambriddle has left behind. He stole all of letters off of Gutenberg's movable type thingy, and I'm the only one with enough sense here to find him. I worry though, if I can't get this problem solved the future's lettering may be all wacky. I'll check the libraries first and maybe I'll grab a pacifier on my way to stop Johannes from crying so much. Gees whiz.