[As time passed, Hob could have gone anywhere. Traveled anywhere. His not-friend had stood him up at the inn but still, Hob did not die. What did it mean? Would he simply continue to exist forever until the end of the world? He wasn't sure, but one-hundred years didn't quite feel complete without the regular check-in, so he took measures to keep the old inn standing. After several hundred years, he had actually accrued a fortune enough for that and the new inn, which he insisted should be named after the old one.

He had grown wiser, too. It was better to make ones investments from the shadows so there were less questions about his enduring youth. For now, he lived a good life as a London school teacher. He didn't have to, but experiences kept life worth living. In a few more years, he'd have to move on and do something else before people began to question his agelessness.

Today, he arrived, on time, for breakfast with a friend. He had an instant smile for Morpheus the moment he spotted the endless one. When Hob took his seat across from him, he smiled at the offered coffee.]

Some things never change.

[Seeing Hob there, a waitress came over and asked,] What'll it be, love?

Another cup of coffee for my friend here, and... [He picked up the menu for a swift glance.] Two of the morning specials. Cheers.