Than appeared a gray and dull monster at the breakfast table. Musty and old robes hung on a gaunt god, sardonic grin forever implied upon bleached jawbones, their sat Death, that old and selfish power.
‘what do you want?’
“An odd...inappropriate request, given our history.”
‘...’
“The beastie you chase, it is a bad one, an ancient and terrible thing. I have been following along your futile journey hoping you might stop the thing, or at least die trying.”
‘...’
“You of course did neither. Instead you have shown me how terrible and ancient this beastie is. You are not enough. Join me, together we can stop this thing.”
“no.’
‘never trust death.’
‘go.’
“I am...disappointed. You are a worthless pair and it was futile to hope you could be anything more.”
‘...’
In a moment Death is gone. But the change has come, as 2 brave girls collect themselves a trembling waiter shrinks towards their table. The 2 girls ready themselves to reassure these poor, frightened people.
“Can you...please leave...town.”
