Blue had an idea he had to pass on. He said that the business card he gave to Neil Gaiman had the answer in it.
The other thing he said is that the book should be named "BLUE 1 body 2 lives". He didn't say the thing about the capital letters or numbers for words. A lot of what Blue does happens without words.
Simple choices can cause great change.
Leer was just as confused as anyone else. In fact, he couldn't remember anything that happened to him in the past five days. That didn't matter half as much as the fact that he couldn't recognize anyone. No one. There was not a single face around him that looked the least bit familiar, not even Blue, who was there. He just wasn't familiar.
The more he looked around, the more he realized that no one was making any sense. It was as though anyone who was in a conversation was saying nothing of substance to nobody. No one was actually talking to another person in the room. They just spoke as though they were.
Leer knew that he had been tricked, or at least all of his senses had been tricked but that was to become unimportant as most of the people in the room dissolved into tiny droplets tumbling away like miniature gymnasts.
"Hello Mr. Leer, I'm Farb." Farb welcomed Leer as if waking him from dreaming. Blue was smiling while directing his eyes from Leer to a large pile of money in the corner of the room. Leer followed his gaze long enough for Farb to recognize that both men were looking at the cash.
"You are beth welcome to take as much of that as you like", FARB SAID, his voice was also too similar for Blue to take.
"Farb", Blue said. "Do you know that you look EXACTLY like Obama?" Blue realized in that same instant that he was Obama.
