"I guess they call it a royale because of the metric system." Walt said as the waitress slapped the ticket down in passing.

"I figured you'd know bein' a chemist and all." Caine chuckled, glad to see that Walter was finally relaxed.

"What was this waffle thing called again?" Walt asked. "It was a tasty waffle."

"Oh yeah, I think they call it the big fruity waffle," Caine smiled. "I ordered it for you because you look a little fruity, and you were waffling. It seemed to suit you." This got an honest laugh from the bald man as he got the joke.

"Who do you see in here?" Caine asked holding the napkin holder up for Walt to see.

"I finally see me, the true me that is," he said. "And I'm proud to say that there's only one of me in there." He paused a minute, putting his hands on top of his head. "I guess, when you think about it, Walter White died the day he climbed into that RV."

He looked up, putting both hands on the table. "Now I'm the one with no name."

"That's right," Caine agreed. "Because once you wake up, you can never go back to sleep. Once the genie is out of the bottle, there's no puttin' that motherfucker back."

"Well, I have to go see someone, so I'll get this if you don't mind," Walt said reaching for the ticket.

"As long as I can leave the tip," Caine replied reaching for his wallet. "Oh,and one more thing before we part company."

"Yes?"

"You're in a dangerous line of work now. With that fuckin' cue ball you got between your shoulders, you stand out like a sore thumb. Go get a damn wig!"

~The End~

Thanks to all who actually read the whole thing, I hope you enjoyed it. Please review,comment flame, or otherwise critique. If you picked up that Caine was Jules from Pulp Fiction, then your right. I just didn't want to write a crossover, so I changed his name.