A bell rang, and with it the time for commerce was over. Jeoffrey poked his head outside the store's window, trying to remember when was a bell installed in the town square. He dusted his apron ineffectively as he came upon the coals of his oven, puzzled by how poorly prepared he was for the end of the day. He singed his finger on a loose spark, retaliating with a muffled curse. Time management was always his strong suit, he thought, which contradicted his current punctuality, or lack thereof. Suddenly, the doorbell jingled."We're closed, sorry." Jeoffrey called out from underneath his counter. The room was quiet, which added to the baker's confused state.Did whoever walk in just stand still? He thought, then poked his head out. The room was empty. Baffled even further, he looked around twice. Did someone walk in or out? "Hello?" He called in vain. Before he could react further, he realised that a person was standing behind the only shelf his store contained. "Can I help you? Sir?" The