Anna saw the note:

“I’m leaving you.”

His clothes hung in the wardrobe.

Anna attacked them with shears.

“I’m back,” he said holding a bottle of milk.

Anna grabbed the note, which unfolded.

She then saw other half of it.

“…the last of the milk for coffee. Back soon, love.”

Dr Brown’s hundredth teleported apple finally appeared on the Moon.

The bite from it was a shock, but at least it arrived. The others were gone completely.

Meanwhile, a Dr Brown in the parallel dimension, stashed ninety-nine apples in the laboratory cold room.

“Finally,” he thought, “our famine can end”.

“Next!”

“Coffee, please.”

“This is a post-office.”

“To go, then.”

“Very funny. Next!”

“Hey, it’s still my turn!”

“What would you like?”

“…ummm.”

“Stamps?”

“Yes!”

“What type?”

“Give me a clue.”

“Domestic…”

“Perfect.”

“Anything else?”

“A date.”

“…”

“Coffee date.”

“Seriously?”

“The date, yes. The stamp, no.”

“OK!”

“Marvellous.”

“Next!”