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Goin' to the Chapel of Love

Jason does not go over to Mike immediately... cuddling with Diana a moment, he looks to her. "Are you feeling okay?" he queries.

Diana smiles a little nervously, leaning against Jason and cuddling warmly, "Um... yeah. I think so. Well... I guess so. I can't see this thing you're talking about, and apparently it means I'm sort of... pulled apart? ...but... I guess it's okay...?"

Jason nods thoughtfully. "You felt something a moment ago, though, when I touched the cord... I didn't hurt you, did I?" he queries, absently stroking her face as he looks back down, focusing on that cord.

Diana thinks a moment, then says, "Well, it was uncomfortable. Like... like a hunger twinge, but really strong, you know?"

I have to wonder... is what I'm holding now Diana's body? or her soul? If my experience is any indication, the very fact that she can interact with the physical world is no proof one way or the other. I don't think a ghost bought groceries and then carried them back here. There's still so much about what happened that is so unclear. And scary. Jason ponders. "Beatrice never mentioned anything like this, did she?"

Diana shakes her head, "No, never. Neither did Croaker." She's quite definite on that.

Jason tilts his head. "Did you wonder if you had a soul, Di?" he queries softly.

Diana smiles ruefully, "Some. Croaker and I used to have long discussions about philosophy and religion, in fact. It was a great way to pass the time when walking. But at some point Croaker satisfied me when he pointed out that if I cared what other people felt, and tried not to harm them maliciously, then it didn't really matter whether I had a soul or not. Being like that, I was still better off than vicious humans who did have a soul." She adds a little sharply, "Plus I've certainly seen nothing to indicate clearly they have one!"

Jason smiles ruefully. Even as she talks, his mind is racing, thinking about where the supernaturals came from. If capital G 'God' really exists... and if humans do have souls, perhaps they really do go somewhere else when they die... perhaps to the 'Hell' that Diana and Croaker and all the rest might have come from. But why? Because God designed it that way? Or did humanity create Hell from its own superstitions, and then created the demons and all the rest to fill their own need for divine punishment. "I'm not sure having a soul is clear indication of anything good, Di." he agrees. He looks up then at intent-looking Mike. "Hey, guy... what are you working at so hard over there?" he queries.

Mike is heavily absorbed in his typing, but he manages to mumble, "Great story idea..."

Jason blinks, then laughs. "Oh, I see... I thought you had some kind of idea about all of this."

Mike glances up, flashing a grin at Jason, "I do! Story idea." He goes back to his steady typing.

Jason looks at the cord again. "We need a compass. If your cord travels directly to the gate... then a compass might give a good idea of where to go," his brow knits, "or it might not. We don't exactly know how these things work... it may go in a path through a place where you once were. Rather like... leaving breadcrumbs." Diana looks distinctly uncomfortable, but hesitantly waves a hand before her, as if wondering whether she'll catch the silvery cord. She doesn't, of course. Jason tilts his head. "Is there something wrong, love?" he queries.

Diana wrinkles her nose a bit, "Umm... no. Just... weird." She grins, then nestles up against Jason distractingly, "Compass, right... maybe tomorrow, hmm?"

Jason nods a little, smiling... it's not that he's particularly horny, though his body certainly reacts approvingly as he caresses Diana's body. But he can see she needs reassuring, she needs comfort... which he is happy to give. He responds by bearing down with her, pulling her into a hungry kiss... and impishly wondering how long Mike will be able to remain distracted by his story idea...

The night passes quite enjoyably, and in the morning after breakfast, Jason broaches the subject of a worrisome but needful subject. "I want to see if the place I saw in my dream actually exists," he explains. "If it was only a dream then it may not exist... but if I was doing more than that, actually walking outside of my body, then it may be a real place. And if it is... then I need to know what is there."

Mike nods thoughtfully over pancakes, "Good point. Want company?"

Jason looks wry. "Are you kidding? I want you both with me. I'm not foolish enough to walk into a potential hornets' nest alone," he assures.

Diana giggles over Mike's shoulder, her arms loosely wrapped about him and her shining sable hair falling in an early morning tumble across her face and arms. "Well, if it's night magic won't it lose some of its power during the day?"

Jason shrugs. "If it's magic at all. What I experienced could have been anything... a haunting. A spirit quest. Or my soul could have interpreted the place in a way a human mind could not comprehend... seeing the resonance of past events. Perhaps it's even something as simple as the effect of walking onto consecrated ground."

Mike looks intrigued; Diana yawns lazily and nuzzles against Mike's neck. Her voice is a bit muffled, "'kay... when d'you want to go, lollipop?" A moment later Mike's eyes widen a bit and he grins amusedly at what Diana's doing to him.

Jason's eyes twinkle a little. "Well, we don't have to go immediately if there's something you'd rather do first..." he teases, wiping his mouth. "I don't want to wait too long, though. We should get in some good drive time while it's still light." Diana purrs lazily, and Mike laughs and gives up on trying to eat breakfast.

Some time later, after noon, the threesome are standing before the Airstream, ready to depart. Diana is in an interestingly short pair of shorts and a cropped top, idly rolling her shoulders to scratch her back against the Airstream's doorway. Mike has a map with him, which he studies, then looks up at Jason, "All right, what direction do you remember going in?"

Jason points. "This way. I had been given directions towards the store where I got the groceries... I was following this road," he explains, leading the way... it's both easier and harder to recognize things in the light of day, particularly since he'd gotten disoriented and lost along the way. He tries to see if he can spot where he 'met' the black-eyed homeless woman.

Mike starts marking the path on the map, "Should be interesting to see how it varies from nighttime to day. I know things often seem smaller or closer together in the light."

Jason quickly realizes his memory of the surrounding details is far too foggy, and he cannot be sure of that specific place. But he keeps on going down the road, looking for signs of the fence and the cattle guard and the gate. If he cannot find that... well, then hopefully he has missed nothing important.

Diana paces along behind the other two, her curious gaze wandering. She smiles politely at the few folks that pass, and doesn't seem to notice their startled double-takes behind her, at her rather lightly dressed demeanor. Mike walks along next to Jason, glancing between map and their path. Finally he stops, shaking his head, "This doesn't look anything like what you described, Jason. Do you want to go a street over in each direction?"

Jason nods, sighing. "I suppose so... we'll give this a little longer, but if we find nothing we'll head back to the Airstream. I'm not going to make myself sick over this."

Mike nods, and they traverse one street over to the west, then later another street further to the east. It's during that street that Mike says slowly, "Interesting... I think I see a faint ley line over there."

Jason's brow knits. "If it's a ley line... then maybe it is magic we're dealing with." He gets Diana's attention. "Take us to it, Mike... let's see where it leads."

Mike nods again, and leads the others off the road in a tree-shaded, rocky field covered in hip-high grass. He turns to face them, waving his arms back and forth, "It's so faint it's hard to see, but it seems to be going back and forth here."

Jason tries to measure where it is in relation to the road they were on, and the path back to the trailer park. "Let's follow back towards the Airstream... even chasing that 'note,' I couldn't have gone that far off from my original route."

Diana stretches her arms over her head and yawns again, her top rising enough with the movement to accidentally flash anyone watching. Mike blinks at that, then smiles to Jason, "Well, the line doesn't lead precisely to the Airstream, guy. Do you want to just head in its general direction?" He glances across the gently sloping hillside, "Bit of a hike, but okay. That what you want?"

Jason grins. "I've gotten some practice hiking... I think I'll be able to manage the exertion, especially with Diana providing... encouragement," he chuckles, feeling a little less uncomfortable.

Diana giggles, glancing back over her shoulder at them, her eyes sparkling, then heads along the line of sight Mike is indicating, back towards the Airstream, "Last one there's a rotten egg!" Mike chuckles, following along behind her... and, truth be told, enjoying the view. Jason laughs and also 'gives chase'... he doesn't try that hard, to be honest, and not just because he's likely sure he won't be able to catch up with her, she being in much better shape... though he wonders if she is running ahead specifically to enjoy the feelings the two men get watching her in her tight, ill-concealing outfit. To be fair, he is trying to find the gate and the cattle guard...

The two men follow after Diana easily enough until she stops at a wire fence line. She swings her weight relaxedly against it and grins back at them, "Well, foo! Now what?"

Mike catches up to her first and laughs, wrapping his arms around her from behind, "Don't you ever get cold, sweetheart?" She purrs contentedly, leaning back against him.

Jason huhs. "This could be it..." Internally, he thinks he likely needs to get some binoculars at the same time as he gets the compass. He checks for the cattle guard.

The fence is chicken wire at the bottom with two barbed wire strands on the top. Some kind of climbing plant has woven itself through the lower wires and up some of the posts, but from here the fence simply extends in either direction into the trees. Jason hnhs... this doesn't seem like the fence he saw. But he still follows it towards the woods as Mike and Diana cuddle. As he touches the fence, he closes his eyes and listens to himself breathe... trying to still his mind and open himself up to whatever intuition he has that is the source of his 'seer' abilities -- giving this one last shot before moving on.

Jason walks along the fence line, vaguely distracted by the happy giggle from Diana behind him... then a sudden pattering rush of feet towards him, the metallic twaaanggg as the wire fence next to him is struck by a heavy body -- and the shocking loudness of furious, snarling barking!

Jason gyahs! and leaps instinctively away from the fence! In his haste he ends up tripping over something on the ground, falling back with a cry onto his ass, his head hitting the dirt a moment later. He vaguely hears a sound of distress from Mike a second later, and groans, trying to pull himself upright...

There are more twanging noises, although the barking seems to have stopped, then a sharp yelp! and a heavy thump -- and the dog is on this side of the fence. Even though he feels rather dazed, Jason can hear Mike shouting something as he runs towards Jason... and then, between happy whimpering noises, a heavy clawed paw lands on his chest and a hot, wet tongue slurps repeatedly across his face.

Jason buhs? and lifts his hands protectively, right up until he realizes he's being slobbered on, and not because something thinks he's a tasty treat. Or at least, not one to be eaten. And even after he realizes it he still lifts his hands because, ew, dog slobber. "He-hey there, boy!" he barks a laugh, suspecting he knows who it is, trying to get a clear look.

There's a cheerful "Yarp!" and the other front foot lands on his chest too, making it a bit difficult to breath. Mike arrives, panting, then stares bewilderedly down at Jason for a second before he laughs, "Uhh... friend of yours?" The big dirty-white pitbull cross is wagging its whip-tail so hard its entire rump is swaying back and forth, and cheerfully slurping Jason's hands as well as his face.

Diana peers cautiously around Mike, her eyes wide. "Is that how a dog is friendly?"

Mike grins, putting an arm around Diana, "Yep. I'm guessing this is the dog Jason told us about last night -- right, Jase?"

Jason laughs and happily pets the dog's head. "More or less... how are you, boy?" he queries, not expecting an answer, but... it's the kind of thing you do with dogs. He tries to get a look at the pitbull's pelt, wondering if it's still actually wounded from being tied tight with a rope. It could possibly have been only a metaphorical rope he cut, but... there's still a worn and fur-less figure-8 around the dog's body and neck, but no more blood. It's obvious the dog has taken the time to carefully clean himself up.

Jason blinks in wonder. So it was real. "Careful touching him, he's likely still hurt from the rope," he tells the others as he fends the dog off long enough to get up, curious how the dog got past the fence.

The dog dances lightly around Jason, giving the occasional cheerful whuffle! and darting in for a sloppy but lightning-fast slurp. Mike murmurs wryly, "For someone who's hurt, he sure clawed his way over that barbed wire like nothing was going to stop him. Look, he scratched himself." He points, and Jason can see a long, seeping line of blood down the dog's left flank and hind leg.

Jason hunhs, looking at the dog. "Well, it would seem he's pretty grateful for me helping him out. It's interesting, though...it would seem that if the dog is real, then he could see my soul self. That's fascinating," he murmurs. He nods at the dog. "Hey, there, pal... don't suppose you can show me where the tree and the house is?" he queries, glancing briefly to see if there's an easy way for he himself to circumvent the fence.

The dog finally sits and looks up at Jason, panting happily and with his tail still swishing madly back and forth through the leaves. At Jason's speaking, the dog bounces back to his feet and prances happily along the fence for a few bounding steps, then pauses and looks back at them. Jason looks at his companions. "Everyone... follow the dog." he chuckles. He gives a gesture to the dog, encouraging him along as he starts to follow.

Mike laughs, then cheerfully says, "What's that, Lassie? Timmy fell into a vat of Nair with you and can't get out?" The dog barks happily and races along next to the fence, speeding about at a dead run and looping back repeatedly to make sure he's being followed. It's clear he has a lot of energy now, after being released.

Jason groans at Mike's comment. "Be nice..." he mildly chastises, and is very happy to see the dog so happy. "Such a happy puppy, yes, you are!" he tells the grinning canine, unable to resist the slight baby talk the joyful dog encourages from him... and absently wondering if maybe they should take the dog with them... if he was tied up cruelly like that, he can't have kind masters here.

The pitbull is absolutely delighted at the attention, bouncing up to gleefully slurp at Jason's face again! Diana giggles, watching, "Must be different when I do that, hmmm?"

Jason nods ruefully. "Not quite as sexy when a dog does it, no matter how nice he's trying to be," he assures, giving the dog all the pets he asks for as Jason keeps on, following the pit bull resolutely. Diana laughs aloud! The dog does a happy shoulder block up against Jason for more petting, almost causing Jason to stagger. He's got a very wide grin, tongue lolling out the side -- and then a moment later he's racing down the fence line again.

Jason shakes his head. "He's a strong puppy, too... but I remember reading somewhere that pits do have incredibly dense muscle mass... that's why they are trained as guard dogs," he murmurs, bringing himself back to the reason he's here... and wondering what the dog is guarding. "Mike, you don't see anything odd about the dog, do you? Anything like how you can see the leyline?"

Mike squints a bit at the bouncy dog, then shakes his head, "Um... I don't know, Jason. He looks fine to me, but then I've not looked at any animals this way, y'know?" A few moments of walking, and the threesome can see the road ahead of them. The fence line turns a right angle there, following the road. As he turns the corner, there's a tickle of memory in Jason's mind... he thinks this is it, where he was last night!

Jason blinks and races to the road. "This is it! This is definitely where I was... no gate, but... the fence also looked different in my dream. Huh!" He crouches down and gives the madly grinning bull a friendly stroking. "That's it, that's such a good boy!" he praises the dog. Then he hmms and curiously checks then to see what gender the dog actually is.

The dog yarfs happily, his tail still going a mile a minute as he puts both front feet on Jason's thighs -- and practically flattens him with enthusiasm! Several wet slurpings later, the dog makes a cheerful bark and darts off again, heading down the fence line. Mike hands Jason a handkerchief and murmurs dryly, "I think he's doing it deliberately, you know, so I'm not sure what good this will be..." Diana giggles.

Jason grins. "Oh, never mind... he's having fun. I'll not deny the simple pleasure of being a dog with a very wet tongue," he chortles, his spirits buoyed by the happy pup... even as he dreads in the back of his mind what he'll actually find at the end of this road. "Come along." He moves resolutely down the dirt road.

Mike grins, offering his arms to both Diana and Jason -- and a moment later he's got the three of them skipping down the road together and singing, "Follow the Yellow Brick Road," with the big white pitbull darting happily around them and yarf!ing along with them. Admittedly, Diana is giggling more than singing, but she's got the little dance step down perfectly!

A surprisingly short time later (at least to Jason) they spot the gate, neatly closed. A short twisting driveway leads in through the trees, and they can just spot the steep roof of a small building a little farther in. Jason sniggers a little at the image of them doing Wizard of Oz with the pitbull taking the place of Toto, but sobers again as he comes in sight of the building.

Jason blinks and looks around a bit... as he takes it all in, he relaxes slightly. It doesn't seem quite as... unsettling and ominous as it did in his dream. The trees do not loom. The church is not quite as large and impressive. And there is fruit on the ground that looks like the dog or some other forest animals might have had a go at it. "Doesn't seem as bad..." he ventures quietly, going up to the gate to see if the rusting hulk can be easily opened.

There's a second of struggling to get the latch to move -- and then the gate swings open easily and silently at Jason's touch. Diana skips happily through, still singing under her breath, "Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road!" She's got a real, er... bounce to her step as she goes by, causing Mike to raise his eyebrows and grin again.

Jason rolls his eyes. "You're doing that on purpose too!" he calls after Di, just grinning back at Mike. Finding it odd that she's actually encouraging something that women mostly would be annoyed at men for doing as he goes through after her, he wonders what they'll find beyond.

Diana giggles, cheerfully calling back over her shoulder, "And why shouldn't I? I like happy pets!"

Jason shakes his head. "Can't argue with that logic..." he murmurs as he quickens his step, focusing his attention on the building.

Diana slows down shortly, walking between the two men and looking around curiously. The dog is trotting along with the threesome, still panting softly, and Mike murmurs to Jason, "So... what will we do if someone's here?"

Jason shakes his head. "To be honest... I don't know. It depends on who that someone is," he murmurs. "I was very clearly threatened in the dream by someone or something seeking me mortal harm... and I can't just motor off and leave it here if it might hurt someone else."

Mike gives Jason a curious look, "Leave what here, though? And what would you do if that crazy priest-witch was here?"

Jason stops and sighs, shaking his head. "I don't know. And maybe he's only a danger to... one who wears 'The Mark of the Beast,'" he mutters. "But this experience was significant. I didn't just 'happen' across this place. I was lead here by some force, the same force that gave to me the tools to escape it. I don't think it did that just for entertainment's sake. It did it for a reason. Maybe the reason was just to show me the truth about the cords connecting bodies to souls... but maybe it was more than that."

Mike and Diana both pause when Jason does, watching him silently as he speaks. When he's done, Diana puzzledly asks, "What's the mark of the beast? Do you know another supernatural, lollipop?"

Jason shakes his head. "It's a religious term... the Beast is a reference to the Devil. Capital D. Satan. Lucifer. The Morningstar. A fallen angel that is supposed to be God's opposite. In the dream, the priest seemed to think that I was in Satan's service, and therefore bore his 'mark.'"

Diana looks a bit indignant, "Certainly not! I would never allow some nasty supernatural to butt in on you like that!" Mike grins at Jason.

Jason laughs. "Well, from what the Bible says... you'd be one of Satan's minions." He lurches back into motion. "You're supposed to be seducing our souls away from us," he drawls wryly. "Smothering us with lustful passion, getting us to be willing to sign those souls away in exchange for more of the same."

Diana blinks, looking a bit taken aback, and Mike murmurs quietly, "He doesn't mean you, sweetheart."

Jason nods. "It's just a story, Di... very likely made up because in those old days, men were afraid of women. This priest seems to be. He spouted the same old party line... about how women were cursed because of the crime of Eve, the first woman. Cursed to bear the pain of childbirth. To be subservient to men." His face grows into a sneer. "He made me sick. I wanted to smack his self-righteousness right out of him."

Diana stands quietly as she watches Jason, her golden eyes wide. She says softly, "Would that have helped you?"

Jason blinks. "Helped me what?"

"Feel better. Feel less frightened."

Jason slows a little, studying the ground. "Maybe. I don't know. Humans aren't perfect, but people like that priest -- and there are a lot of them out there -- they ruin it for the rest of us. The civilized world bears the stamp of the Christian church, one of the bigger vehicles of men in power. In the dream long while back, where Lilith asked us to choose... I didn't just chose you because I love you, Di. I chose that because men like Mike and me... sometimes we're ashamed of our own species, because of people like that. And that choice was a choice to want to divorce ourselves from all that... pride and lust for power... all that hate."

Diana thinks for a moment, then says slowly, "But then... if you want to divorce yourself from lust for power, sweetheart... how would violently degrading that man have given you that?"

Jason stops in his tracks... it's not so much that she's telling him something that never would have occurred to him. It's that with her saying it like that, so innocently, it's hard for him to ignore. "Out of the mouths of babes," he mutters.

Diana tilts her head curiously at Jason, one slender hand brushing back a strand of hair, "What? He's a baby?" Mike smiles quietly, putting his arms around Diana from behind in a gentle, affectionate hug.

Jason shakes his head. "It's a reference to a quote... a quote from the Bible, no less." He sighs. "You're right... it probably wouldn't help me, to beget violence with more violence. But it's a common expression of frustration. To want to make our tormentors feel what we feel. An eye for an eye." He looks at Di. "But at the same time... your mother was going out and taking out rapists... protecting battered women from vicious husbands. If it's just an ugly soul, then we'll leave... but not till I'm certain no one else is being hurt here."

Diana's face lights up, "All right, sweetheart." Over her shoulder Mike smiles with quiet happiness at Jason.

Jason can feels their smiles without seeing them, and he once again moves towards the church to see what it has in store, looking for the absent dog. The dog trots out from behind a tree, tilting his head quizzically at them as if to say, 'What's keeping you?!' Jason can't help but laugh, and walks over to give the puppy more pets.

The dog pants happily, bunting his head up under Jason's hand, then turns and trots along the path towards the little church. Jason can see it clearly now, and it really is smaller than he remembered. There's a small announcement sign with those moveable letters on it at one side, and on the other side of the path is a large, gnarled apple tree. Jason huhs and pats the old apple tree fondly. "Remind me to eat your gift when I get back," he says to the tree as he heads towards the church, squinting at the sign as he approaches curiously... absently wondering if anyone has been here in ages.

The letters are a dirty light gray, while the originally-black background is faded to a sun-bleached dark gray. The sign does actually appear to say something, though, although it's clear several of the letters have fallen out and a few of the remaining ones are broken. Jason can pick out:

HEL I S
GO N

The dog sits under the tree and cheerfully scratches one ear with a hind leg, grunting contentedly as he does so. Diana stands next to Mike and stares dubiously up at the closed, weather-beaten old building. Jason is a little startled by what he sees. It takes him a moment to realize that maybe that's not what it was supposed to read, but... still! He marches right up the steps then, testing one of the doors.

The big double door is locked. Above Jason, a flock of crows swirl and land in the trees and on the roof, cawing harshly. Jason hnhs, and looks at the crows dubiously. He then looks at the dog. "Don't suppose you know if anyone's home, boy?" The big pitbull puts down his hind leg and pants happily at Jason, his tail thumping on the ground. Jason looks at the others. And then, squaring his shoulders, he decides to take the direct approach. He knocks loudly on the door.

The knock echoes hollowly and thunderously through the building, causing the crows to all lift in alarm, cawing frantically at each other as they circle and stare. After a minute or so of that, though, they settle warily, still staring and occasionally cawing warily to each other. After that there's silence for several heartbeats... and then, softly, Jason can hear fumbling at the door.

Jason was about to leave when he hears that, and a lump forms in his throat... he was almost relieved when it seemed there was no one here. Now there is, and they may have to face that. He takes a step back and waits.

The quiet screech of a key turning in the lock... the slow thunk of a deadbolt retracting... the rattle of the door lever being pushed... and finally a small, wizened face peering out the narrow, dark crack of the barely-opened door. An old voice quavers, "Yeees?"

Jason looks at the old face curiously. "Hello, sir, I'm sorry to disturb you... me and my friends were out on a walk and we happened across this pit bull... we were worried about it running around by itself so far from any home, and this was the nearest place... is this your dog, sir?" he queries politely, the lie tripping easily off his lips, he having thought of it in advance.

The wrinkled old face crinkles up into a grin so wide the hooked nose and pointy chin should surely meet, and Jason hears a small cackle, "Ah, he is now, son, he is now, as ye should well know -- ye gave him to me, and a fine dog he is!"

Jason stares, taken aback. "I'm... sorry?" He stares at the face, trying to determine if this is the same face he saw in his dream. "Have we met?"

There's another dry cackle, and a claw-like hand reaches out to pat Jason's arm lightly, then withdraw into the darkness, "So soon today's children forget their dreams! Well, well, can't be helped. Learn from what ye can, I say! Good day to ye." The face recedes into the darkness within and the door is pulled closed.

Jason blinks and stares at the door... and then starts helplessly laughing as he realizes the truth about the woman's identity. "I do remember, old one. Thank you for your patience with a young fool,he calls out then, and clumps down the steps. "You could have told me, you know," he drawls to the dog. The dog bounces up and around Jason again, still wagging delightedly. Jason gets a few more happy slurps and yarf!s as well. Diana is watching, a confused look on her face. Mike's grinning quietly.

Jason chuckles. "I was thinking of taking you with me, pup... but it seems to me that you're in good hands, now. You take care, hmm?" He stands and looks at the others. "We can go. It would seem my fear was unfounded. My experience was meant to be one to be learned from, and nothing more." He does glance at the sign again, though, its message making him wonder. "Mark this place on your map, though... we might come back here some day."

Mike nods, "Have, Jase." He offers his arm to the still-bemused-looking Diana, "Shall we, love?" She grins, taking his arm and then reaching for Jason's as well. "So... what just happened, lollipop?"

Jason smiles. "The crone, in my dream... the one that gave me the gifts. She lives here. While I don't know exactly who or what she is... or how I 'gave' her Mr. Friendly here, it seems that there is no evil present in this old place. And she would also seem to want her privacy, so we'll respect that."




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