Still reeling from everything that had happened in Pennsylvania, Noah and I headed back to Rosetta’s for a regrouping session...well, and some fried chicken. Unfortunately, part of this regrouping happened to be with Gabe. But, he said he had a line on Old Dukey himself and besides what killing him would probably do for my total on the Price of Souls is Right, I was really looking forward to a demon-flavored game of Operation and making his nose light up when I removed vital parts of his anatomy. I had a feeling that he was the brains behind Ornias and if killing him would break my contract, all the better.

Some blood rain, a little light fornication in front of Rosetta’s sink, a handful of waking visions, and one state over, things are starting to get weird. You never really appreciate sanity and having a grip on reality until it’s gone and you’re left, butt cheeks flapping in the wind. Exposed.

When that happens, you’re just hoping that somewhere, someone will give you shelter. Even if it’s in the last place you expected.