Until The End of Time

Mercutio awoke with a start in the Verona street as the rain poured down. "Ay me! What sorcery doth this be?"

He had noticed a few differences in himself right away; his normally swarthy skin was now pale and transparent. The pain from his stab wound was now gone, in fact..."Why do I feel nothing? No pain, no sensation at all? Yet again, I declare dark sorcery!"

"Sorcery has no part in this, you simpleton!", growled an all-too familiar voice adjacent to him.

Mercutio's eyes widened with surprise, then narrowed with anger. "Prince of Cats, you dare mock me in death after you shorten my life? Tell me, if this is not sorcery then what has happened?"

Tybalt tossed his black hair across the top of his head. "We are both dead, but again we walk the streets of Verona. Understand this, do you? We are spirits! Caught betwixt life and the Twilight World!"

"Then answer me this", Mercutio snapped, "Why are we together! Why do we not simply walk away!"

"Look with your eyes." Tybalt pointed to the floor, at a silver, spectral chain connecting their legs together.

Mercutio groaned, putting his head in his hands, which showed through, revealing the frightened expression in his brown eyes. "Zounds! How does this happen? Is this the punishment we face for our excursion?"

"I believe so", Tybalt said unhappily. "Heaven have mercy on our restless souls..."