"Why are we here again?"

"Shhhh."

"I remember Skulduggery saying something about buried treasure..?"

"Yes, Fletcher, why do you think I'm digging?"

"Mmmhmm, I did wonder..."

Valkyrie wiped the sweat from her forehead and kept digging.

"You could actually help me, you know," she pointed out.

"I wish I could, but I don't want to."

Valkyrie sighed. Sometimes she didn't know why she dated the cretin.

"Okay, fine, I'll help you," Fletcher said extremely heavily, as though it was physically painful to be useful once in a while. He picked up a huge spade, misjudged it's weight and went toppling over. Right into the hole Valkyrie had been digging...

Crunch!

***

"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Fletcher Renn, the last teleporter. If only he hadn't tried to help out for once in his life..."