I apologize for what happened last night. Anyway...

Want to know the weirdest thing to wake up to? Well, after a night of sex where afterwards you are laying in bed naked and covered in various fluids, it’s rather odd to wake up to a woman you’ve never met sitting in chair across the room, reading a newspaper. Really odd actually.

I stared at her silently before asking, “Uh... Who are you and how did you get here?”

There was a pause before she moved the newspaper down to look at me, letting me get a good look at her. She had long, bluish-gray hair, blue eyes, and she wore a white tank top with baggy, gray jeans. The biggest surprise though, were the large, black wings on her back, which were spread out to avoid being pressed up against the chair.

She looked at me silently before speaking, “I’m sorry if I am disrupting anything. My name is Sira Molante. I was sent here by Death to accompany you.”

Huh, another Wraith? After I just got Jav and Arlosia? Weird, I wonder why?

I shook my head and got up from the bed, careful not to wake Ardiente. “I’m gonna go take a shower, I’ll be out in a minute.” Sira nodded and went back to reading her paper, while I stepped into the shower.

As I let the hot water wash over me, I thought over my current situation. I had the responsibility of three Wraiths, one of them a child, one much older than me, and the other probably older than me as well. Not to mention Ardiente as well.

This whole thing is just strange. I don’t even know why Death sent those three here. I’m rude, I’m violent, I’m not exactly mentally stable, I’m irresponsible. I mean yeah, I’m trying to fix all that, but I’m a long way away. There’s also her as well, she’s not making things easy.

I shook my head, not really sure what to think right now. Finishing up in the shower, I stepped out and dried myself off. As I left the bathroom, towel over my shoulders, I headed to my bag to get a set of clothes to wear, humming and singing my favorite song to myself.

“I feel so good I feel so numb yeah!”

What? I get the urge to sing every now and then. I’m not the best at it, but i’m decent and... What the hell is with the music coming from nowhere, and why can’t I stop myself from singing?

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        Seriously, what the fuck? Actually, you know what? Screw it, going with it! This is actually fun.

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I quickly threw on some clothes as I sang, putting on a black long sleeve shirt, blue jeans, a dark red scarf and my boots.

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        I jumped up onto the bed, almost throwing Ardiente off it in the process, then hopped off it and onto the ground, stomping my foot in time with the music.

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        I kicked the door open as I sang, then made my way into Jav and Arlosia’s room, both of which were awake, and very surprised.

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        Well what do you know, Jav knows the song too! After staring at me with wide eyes for a few seconds he grinned happily and joined in. Fucking awesome.

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        Ardiente, Arlosia, and Sira seemed kind of confused by what we were doing, which kind of made sense. Besides, we were at the last part anyway.

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When we finished, Jav and I shared a high-five, which was kind of awkward as he had to bend over for me to reach his hand. That’s when I noticed something different about him.

“Holy hell, you look different.” I said to him.

He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeves torn off, with various designs along the edges and the word NECROSIS written in green and going down the front of it, bracketed by red bars going up and across. He also wore black jeans with a red, swirling pattern on one leg, and a red linear pattern on the other. He also had on a black hat with NECROSIS on the front in green, and a pair of black gloves that went halfway up his forearms.

That wasn’t all though. There were also tattoos. Holy fuck, the tattoos. The entirety of his arms and legs, as well as some of his chest going up his neck, were covered in tattoos of various designs. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

While I was busy taking in his appearance, he did a twirl and grinned, “Like it? This was my old band outfit from when I played drums for NECROSIS. It was a band I formed with some of my old friends a while back. The tattoos I’ve always had since then, I just kept them covered most of the time.”

“Where...” I started, “Where did you even get this? I don’t remember you ever going out to get clothes made for you.”

He laughed, “Actually, in my first year as a Wraith, I’ve been one for about two years now I should mention, I was sent back to Earth for a mission. While I was there, I picked this up as a souvenir, as well as something for me to keep as a memory of my life.”

“Huh, well... That’s actually pretty cool looking.” I stared for another second before I remembered Sira. “Oh yeah,” I said while gesturing to her, “this is Sira Molante. Death sent her to be with us.”

Jav nodded, “A pleasure to meet you, Sira. I am James Aeries Valentine, or Jav as everyone else calls me.”

Arlosia, who I guessed had calmed down by now, waved and smiled, “I’m Arlosia Nightwhisper, nice to meet you!”

Sira looked between the two before inclining her head, “Nice to meet you as well, as you heard, I am Sira Molante.”

Now that I think about it...

I glanced at her wings before asking, “What exactly are you? I didn’t think humans could have wings.”

She turned to me and tilted her head to the side, “I assume we are from different Earths then. My kind, called Angels after the beings talked about in Christian belief, make up a majority of the population of my world. We are, simply, humans with wings. Though we can control the weather, and some of us know forms of holy magic, myself included.”

I felt my eye twitch when she mentioned the word “Angel” but I didn’t say anything. Obviously not the Angel I’m familiar with, so no point is snapping at her.

Smiling sheepishly, I picked up Ardiente, “Oh yeah, because I keep forgetting to introduce her, this is Ardiente Fragua.”

“Hola, Sira.” She said as she waved a hoof.

“Hello.”

Setting her down again, I made my way outside the room, gesturing for them to follow, “Come on guys, I feel like taking a walk through town.”

The five of us (wow five? There’s quite a few of us now) walked through town, looking for something to do. I had stopped by my room on the way out and picked up a few packs of cigarettes and my lighter, and I was currently smoking my way through my sixth or seventh one. Fuck you I don’t have a problem. Besides, I’m dead, it won’t kill me.

As we strolled down the street, I spotted that tall kid, Alexander I think, from yesterday. I shouted after him, “Hey Alexander!”

He stopped and waved, “Hello!”

I walked up to him and smiled, “Nice to see you, I think- And Arlosia please try not to kill him.”

She pouted and put her weapon away, “Fine.”

I nodded, “Anyway, since you’re the first person I’ve seen today, allow me to introduce you to Sira. Sira?”

Sira walked forward and did a slight bow, “Nice to meet you, I am Sira Molante.”

He smiled, “Same here.”

“Anyway,” I said, “you know anything to do around here? I’m kind of bored out of my fucking mind.”

He shrugged, “Asides from the occasional mission from death or monster every other week... Not much. Wait,” He looked around, “Did ye meet a pink pony yet?”

I shook my head, “No, why?”

He paled, “How much do ye like parties?”

I blinked, “I hardly even know what a ‘party’ is.”

“Oh... Think walking into a dark room and having people yell surprise after turning on the lights.”

“That would most likely end in murder.” I said simply.

“Well then!” He clapped his hands, “Ye’re going to hate Pinkie.”

“Uuhhh, who’s Pinkie?”

“The pink pony... She’s pink with a pink mane and blue eyes. She can also break physics at a whim....”

“Uh-huh.” I said, “Well... Let’s hope she doesn’t try to throw a party, because I might end up killing her. And everyone else in the room.”

He frowned, “Well telling her to not throw a party is like asking Death to stop working for a month.”

“I’m pretty sure living is more important than throwing a random stranger a party.”

He stared at me blankly, “That’s her life...” He turned to Ardiente, “Her cutie mark depicts three balloons, meaning she throws parties.”

“Oh boy.” Ardiente facehooved, “You probably don’t know, Sarah, but a pony’s cutie mark basically represents their calling. Hers would be parties. Her life is literally throwing parties.”

I looked at her with a dumbfounded expression before slowly bringing my palm to my face, “That is absolutely stupid.” I then turned to Alexan... I’m just gonna call him Alex, it’s shorter. I turned to Alex and said, “Any chance she could be convinced not to throw me one? I have no problem with criminals, but I’m not about to kill an innocent person. Especially just because I’m fucking paranoid and incredibly jumpy.”

He frowned, “Maybe... But supposedly the last time she didn’t have a party she went insane.”

“I’m sure she’d handle insanity better than being fucking dead.” I said flatly.

He nodded, “Yeah... Well then we have to pin her down and explain why that’s a bad idea.” He started walking before looking at me again. “Oh, and the ponies here are really sensitive. Half of them faint at the sight of a wolf.”

Oh. Whoops. I kind of forgot Feral is walking around with us 24/7. Well, sucks for the ponies then, not my fault they can’t handle a wolf walking around.

I shrugged, “All the more reason not to throw the party. If they can’t handle seeing a wolf, they definitely won’t be able to handle me killing several ponies while screaming my damn head off.”

“True... Come on then!” He started walking towards the center of town.

I followed him, “Where are we going?”

“The strangest house ever made.”

“... And that would be?”

“Ever read Hansel and Gretel?”

I nodded, “Yes, why?”

“She lives in a gingerbread house.”

“... What?”

“I’m serious... A gingerbread house. With a cupcake on top.”

I stopped and stared at him blankly, “That.... That sounds fucking stupid.”

“Oh trust me,” He stopped and pointed at the building, “It’s real.”

I looked at where he pointing and my God, he wasn’t lying. It was, quite literally, a fucking gingerbread house. What the fuck.

Leaning against the doorway was Jay, smiling as he waved at us, “Yo.”

I didn’t respond, as the sight of the gingerbread house was still punching me in the damn frontal lobe, and Jav, Ardiente, and Arlosia just nodded. Sira, on the other hand, actually introduced herself.

She bowed slightly and said, “A pleasure to meet you, I am Sira Molante.”

He looked over her wings and whistled, “Wow, nice set ya got there.”

She nodded and gave a small smile, “Thank you. What is your name?”

He stuck his hand out as he grinned, “Jay Jolek, nice to meet ya Sira.”

Sira shook his hand, “Even though I already said it, a pleasure to meet you.”

He scratched the back of his head as he laughed, “Pleasure’s all mine!”

“Well, it’s nice to know you’re getting along,” I said as I finally got over the fucking gingerbread house, “but what are we even doing here again?”

Alex frowned, “Convincing Pinkie to not throw ye a party.”

I nodded, “Oh yeah, that’s right.” I looked between him and Jay, “You two obviously know her, so do you guys have any ideas on how to go about that?”

Jay shrugged, “It’s best to go along with it in my experience. As for Alex’s experience, he didn’t really mind, did you?”

“Eh.” He shrugged, “Seems good.”

I winced, “Yes, well, I wouldn’t mind completely, but there’s a chance she might do what Alex said. And I have this knee jerk reaction when people jump out from dark rooms and scream things, and it usually involves me screaming in fear and killing whoever did it. I’d rather not risk that, if that’s alright with you.”

Jay sighed, “If it helps, I’ll tell Pinkie to tone it down.”

“Okay... I guess that might help, but if it does come to surprises, knock me out or something. I don’t really want to kill or eat an innocent person.”

Jay nodded, “Right.” He then turned to Sira, “So, where you from?”

“Earth.” She said, “most likely a different one from yours.”

He chuckled, “Let me guess. Magic.”

She nodded, “Mostly right. Magic storms, they’re sort of tearing the world apart.”

He looked at the wings, “And I take it you’re in some sort of position to find the cause?”

Sira shrugged, “I would hope. The world may be on the verge of a dimensional collapse if one isn’t found soon.”

Jay nodded, “I see. How’s ‘bout this. When we get the chance, I’ll do my best to help ya out and try to find the cause of the storms you mentioned. Just point me in a direction and I’ll do my best.”

“Thank you, but we do know where they came from, at least. Several hundred years ago, a curse was put on the world by a sorcerer. He’s locked himself inside several multi-dimensional pocketing spells, and thus the spell cannot be lifted, as only he knows the counterspell. Subsequently, the dimensional pockets may collapse soon and cause the catastrophe I previously mentioned.”

Jay cursed under his breath, “Fucking coward, hiding from his damn crimes... Believe me when I say, I’ll try to pull in a favor from Death and track the bastard down. He’ll get what’s coming to him as soon as he reverses his curse.”

Sira looked worried for a second, “I do not know what you are capable of, so I advise you to be careful. He ruled as a tyrant for a few thousand years before laying the curse on the world, and only fled to avoid the storms and let them tear the world apart around him. He has enough power to keep all of the storms active and add power to them, as well as keep up twelve, complex dimensional pockets for several hundred years. He is only coming out soon because he doesn’t know if the world is in wastes yet, and wishes to see.”

Jay paused as he was thinking. He then looked at her, “I probably shouldn’t... But I may as well give some sort of insurance. I promise you, If I do end up fighting this “Sorcerer”, I’ll try to be careful. I will beat him, you have my word on that.”

She was silent for a moment before nodding with a smile, “Thank you, you are actually the first person I have met who has actually wanted to do something against him. Almost everyone back home has given up hope.”

Jay smiled as he shook his head, “If one gives up hope, you may as well roll over and die. I refuse to let someone walk all over people without paying for it.”

Sira’s smile dropped for a second, “I suppose I should not mention the mass suicides after that comment but... Too late now I suppose.”

Jay pinched the bridge of his nose, “Jesus Christ... Now I have even more incentive to help you and your people. Someone needs to give them hope, and I can’t do it by myself. I’ll be counting on you to back me up.”

“I would be honored.” She said with a smile and a bow.

Jay nervously scratched the back of his neck, “Hey hey, no bowing. No need to do that.”

Sira tilted her head to the side, “That is how we greet and thank one another, is that not how it is done on your Earth?”

He shook his head, “No, it’s usually done for Monarchs, which was done away with because it gave too much power to one man. There are some cultures that have that form of bowing as you mentioned, but more often than not it’s not needed.”

“Hm, we simply use it as a sign of respect for each other. It mostly started as a way to make everyone feel better, though the exact meaning has been lost and has changed over the years.”

Jay laughed, “How about I teach you about my earth and you teach me about yours?”

She thought it over before nodding, “Sure, I would like that.”

Jay smiled, “It’s a date then.”

“Is there some sort of underlying meaning to this, Jay?”

Jay shook his head, still grinning, “Depends. That’s entirely up to you.”

Sira paused for a second before chuckling, “Alright then. When do you wish to discuss this? Now, or sometime in the future?”

He looks at the rest of us, grinning as he shrugged, “Sorry guys. Talk to ya later.” He turned back to Sira, “How does now sound?”

“Okay.” Sira turned to the rest of us, “I apologize, but I must leave for now. I will see you all later.”

They both began to walk away, Jay talking, “So, you want to hear some of the history of my country, or do you want to start us off?”

[Sira’s POV]

I thought it over before replying, “I would like to hear about yours first. There is not much to say about mine, just storms and high death rates.”

Jay shook his head as he frowned, “Don’t sell yourself too short. If there’s nothing you wish to tell me about your world, just tell me about yourself and I’ll do the same.”

“There is nothing I wish to hide about my world, it is just not very... Exciting or uplifting.”

Jay thought for a moment then responded, “Then tell me about yourself.”

I nodded, “Well, I was born in a Childrens Hospital in Lansing, Michigan... Do you know where that is, or is your Earth that much different?”

Jay actually looked surprised, “That’s... actually the same as my world.”

“Ah. Well, I grew up in the city, lived out a normal life like everyone else, then joined the Centurion IV Weather team when I was eighteen. They were one of the most successful and well known force in the Weather Keepers Association. We were sort of strained, however, as most of the Northern continent had been wasted by storms. Oddly enough, the Great Lakes area was one of the safest places. Eighty percent of North America was practically rubble by that point.”

Jay shook his head as he sighed, “Shit... Well, I guess I may as well go next. What do you wish to know?”

“Hmm... I’d like to know about your world, first. Are there any magic users there?”

He nodded, “Yeah, but they’re fairly dangerous. They’re closely monitored by a supernatural order that keeps an eye on the various creatures of supernatural origin.”

“What is this order called?”

“They’re called the Knights of the Holy Lance. Interesting thought though, the previous leader of the order is here in this world.”

I stopped in my tracks, “Did you say the Knights of the Holy Lance?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, why?”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a slip of paper, unfolded it and showed him the image on it, “Does their mark look like this?”

He nodded, looking cautious.

“It would seem our worlds are very similar. This mark is one of the few things known about that sorcerer, he wore it across his back.”

Jay’s eyes widened, “And you think that Dean is the guy you’re looking for, don’t you.”

I shook my head, “No, I know he isn’t the sorcerer. Dean was the last leader of the Knights, if I remember correctly. The sorcerer was his successor, and made an example of Dean when he turned evil. His “remains” are still magically preserved and put on display in front of the dimensional pockets. A warning, he says.”

He stopped, “I don’t know of anyone in the order that would turn on Dean like that... Are you sure there’s no clue as to who this sorcerer is?”

I let out a sigh, “I don’t know if I should say this, but yes, there is a clue.”

He suddenly grabbed my shoulders, he looked like he was pleading, “Then you gotta tell me... Dean needs to know about this!”

“There is a... Rumor, about the sorcerer’s name.” I said, “But you might not want to hear it.”

“Just tell me...”

I sighed heavily, “His name is Anthony. Anthony Marcelo.”

Jay’s eyes widened as he staggered back, “Anthony...?”

“Did... Did the Dean of your Earth not have a child?”

His eyes widened even further, “No... that was his fathers name... He had a son in your earth?”

I nodded, “Yes, at least that’s what the rumors are.”

        He shook his head, “They’re more than likely true... all rumors have a grain of truth in them.”

        “I suppose.” I paused as I thought of what to say. “How... How do you think the Dean you know will react to this?”

        He shook his head grimly, “Not well, I can tell you that much...”

        “That doesn’t bode well. I wish we could confirm if his son is the sorcerer before telling him, but I don’t see any way we could know.”

        Jay was silent until he spoke, “I remember from one of my contacts in the order that Dean’s father used to keep a journal. If your worlds Dean is anything like his father, he probably does too. Though where it would be, I have no idea.”

        I hesitated before saying, “Probably gone. The order was completely eradicated in the first years of the sorcerer’s reign. There is literally nothing left other than the small pieces of Dean put on display in front of the dimensional pockets.”

        He cursed under his breath, “Then I have no idea on how to proceed.” He sighed, “It’s going to be hard telling him, I’ll tell you that much.”

        “Hm, well... We should probably wait until he returns to tell him. Do you know when that will be?”

        He thought for moment, “Two days from now I believe.”

        “Then we still have time to think on how to inform him of this. I just hope he is not too angry.”

        Jay chuckled sardonically, “He’ll be angry no matter what we say. He’ll also be extremely... sad, I guess is the word I’m looking for.”

        I nodded, “I would imagine.”

        Jay sighed, “Some date huh?”

        I shrugged, “Not the worst I’ve been on. At least you’re still alive.”

        Jay laughed, “Geez, it went that bad before?”

        “Yes, one of his wings got caught in a strong gust of wind. It was snapped off, and he plummeted to his death.”

        He winced, “Ouch... Sounds painful.”

        I nodded, wincing slightly as well, “The tendons and muscles in our shoulders are rather sensitive to pain. Having one torn off is about the equivalent of being stabbed in the genitals with a white hot pike, only multiplied by ten. Or so I’ve been told.”

        “Even more ouch.” He nervously laughed, but paused. He then poked my wing, “Huh, feels soft even.”

        I glowed with a gold light and tried to stop him, “No, wait-” It was too late. My wings sprung open, one of them catching him in the chin. “Uh... Oops.”

        He laughed, “Not the hardest I’ve been smacked, but ow. I take it they’re also sensitive to the touch?”

        “Er, yes.... This is awkward. I don’t know if you realize why this is awkward, but it is.”

        He rubbed the back of his neck, “I think I have an idea. Sorry if I offended you.”

        “Oh no, not offended, just...” I looked around before leaning in and whispering, “It’s awkward getting a stiffy in public.”

        He glowed a dull brown before laughing, “Shit, it’s like that? I know the feeling then.”

        I nodded and cleared my throat, “Yes, well, this has been... Fun, but I think I’m going to go meet up with Sarah again.”

        Jay nodded, “Alright then.” he stopped before saying, “Do... do you want to do this again sometime?”

        I thought it over before nodding, “Sure, I would like to.”

        He nodded and smiled, “Great. Umm... god it’s been awhile since I’ve done this.”

        “Right, then I’ll just spare you the trouble.” I gave my wings a few good flaps and started to fly off, “See you around!” With that, I flew off in the opposite direction, most likely where Sarah and the rest were.

        “-So then I ate him.” If you wanted to know, I was telling Alex and Jav about the exciting adventure that was the Blanca house in Manehattan. Fun times, fun times.

        Alex blinked before rubbing the bridge of his nose, “Okay then.”

        Jav frowned, “That’s... Disturbing.”

        Arlosia had passed out, not really surprising, and Ardiente had already been there, so she didn’t have much to say. Well, except for...

        Ardiente grinned at me, “You should tell him about the time you ate me.”

        Alex raised an eyebrow before leaning back, “Umm... Wat?”

        I wanted to say ‘something I’m never describing again’, but I settled on, “Me and her having sex.”

        Alex blinked, “Oh... That’s normal.”

I smirked, “Not the way we did it.”

“So? I’ve done a lot of weird things.”

“I’m not going to ask, because I probably would regret it.” I said, “And besides, with these,” I showed my sharpened fingernails, my claws, and my teeth, “and the fact that we’re both women, things can get... Interesting.”

Alex nodded, “Ah... I understand.”

“Yeah. But anyway,” I sniffed the air a few times, “Sira should be back right about...” Said person landed right next to me, “Now. Hello again.”

She nodded, “Hello.”

Alex smirked, “Hello lass.”

Sira tilted her head to the side, “‘Lass’ is usually used to refer to someone younger than the one speaking. I can easily tell that you are much younger than I am.”

Alex looked surprised for a second before holding up his hands, “Sorry... Force of habit.”

“I was not offended,” she said “just... Confused.”

“Oh...” Alex smiled, “Well I’m sorry for being confusing.”

Sira shook her head, “It’s fine, I have met stranger people.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”

“I would rather not go into it.”

“Fine with me.” Alex leaned back and pulled out a small book.

“What’s that?” I asked.

Alex smiled as he read it, “A spellbook slash journal.”

I paused, “... Would you believe I have no idea what that even is?”

Alex nodded, “Not many do.”

I was surprised by that, “Huh, for some reason “journal” seemed like it would be a common thing. Nevermind then.”

Alex looked at me, “.... Oh. I thought ye meant the spellbook, my bad.”

“What? Oh, yeah, that too actually.”

“The spellbook is very rare, while nearly everyone has a journal.”

I stared at him blankly, “I still don’t know what that is.”

Alex closed the book, “A spellbook contains multiple formulas and diagrams for magic spells, while a journal is used to write down the events of a persons day.”

“Huh, cool. I guess.”

Alex frowned, “I mainly use it to keep myself occupied.”

I raised an eyebrow, “You do that to pass the time?”

“It can get boring sometimes, either that or I’m just weird and enjoy casting spells.”

“Maybe it’s both?”

He shrugged, “Maybe. Random, but fun fact, I have a gender reversal spell.”

“And... Why would I want to know that?”

He shrugged again, “It’s a random fact, I just say it for fun.”

“Alright then,” I said, “just make sure never to use it around me. I’d be liable to tear my own genitals off.”

He raised his hands, “I learned my lesson yesterday.”

“What happened yesterday?”

“Something I promised not to say.” He smirked, “Lets just say that James was surprised.”

“Oh come on, now you gotta tell me.”

        Alex blinked, “He suffered from hysterical paroxysm.”

        I blinked, letting what he just said sink in. “Oh good God... That’s hilarious and disgusting at the same time.”

        He leaned back, “Oh god ye know what that is.” He held up a hand, “It happened via massage.”

        “Okay, so that’s the “how”. What about the “where”?” I asked with a grin.

        Alex smirked again, “His back... I don’t even know how he did it, but he did.”

        “Actually,” I said, “almost everyone has a set of particularly sensitive nerves on their back, and applying too much pressure in the correct area can lead to an orgasm. It happens more often in women, as males do tend to have a slightly more developed muscular structure, which would lessen the effect.”

        Alex blinked, “Well... The more ye know.” He raised a hand. “But he passed out and his sister came in, lets just say he was incredibly embarrassed.”

        “Sister, sister... That was Amy, right?”

        He nodded, “Who was a guy at the time...” He frowned, “The spell also affected me as well, so... Yeah.”

        “Huh, interesting.” I looked up and noticed that the sun was actually starting to fucking set. Jesus Christ, how long were we out? I turned back to Alex and said, “I think I’m gonna head back to the hotel, it’s getting late.”

        Alex nodded, “Okay, night.” He vanished in a flash.

        “Weird...” I shook my head and started on the way to the hotel, my group of friends following me. When we got there, we just went to our rooms and went to bed. Didn’t think we were all that tired.

        Oh well, guess we get to see what tomorrow will offer.

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