"No." It was my initial response, but not only that, it was my final answer. "No. No, no. No."

Had Levi lost his mind? No, really, had he dropped it somewhere along the way? Maybe he had washed it straight out of his head, during one of his morning showers, or maybe he had inhaled too many fatal fumes from his constant exposure to hair dying products. And since when had he become so adventurous? I thought he had been a non-believer of all things supernatural before I came along, and now, of all times, he wanted to go...hunting?

"Um, why not?" Levi asked. He turned off the television and shot me a sideways glance. "What are you, scared?"

I took offense to that. For whatever reason, I felt like Levi was presenting me with a challenge. I didn't like it. "No, I'm not scared." I was terrified, actually. "I just don't think it's a safe idea. What if it's a city gang that's making all of that noise? If they see you, you could get hurt."

"Didn't you hear what the reporter said? She said that when the police went to check the place out, there was no one there, just a lot of damage. I'm surprised you, of all people, are not jumping at this opportunity, Eren. Like, what if it's another angel, or something? And even if it's not, aren't you curious?"

I shook my head. I shook it twice. "My curiosity doesn't outweigh my need to keep you safe," I said. "This is a job for professionally trained authorities; not a young man and his guardian angel."

My eyes caught a glimpse of Levi sliding his hand along the back of the couch. When his fingers had reached where my feet were perched, I practically jolted into flight. Thankfully, my toes curled around the stable piece of furniture, keeping me grounded. My wings, however, they began to flutter anxiously.

"Whoa, geez," Levi gasped. "What kind of reaction was that? I thought you said you weren't scared."

"I'm not scared," I defiantly spoke back. "I just don't want you to do anything that you'll regret. It's a reckless act, Levi, and I know you know that, too." He had to agree with me. There was nothing about this expedition that could be considered "danger-free".

Retracting his hand, Levi fed the very same fingers that had touched my foot through his semi-damp hair. He sighed. "Eren, you're obviously right. Of course there's going to be some aspect of uncertainty to all of this, but I have nothing to worry about. I have you, and you're going to protect me. Unless, are you beginning to doubt yourself and your abilities? If that's the case, then I guess that is actually a bit disconcerting to me."

Oh, yeah. I no longer had any doubts. Levi was trying to provoke me.

"Look, Levi," I sighed, trying to regain myself. It didn't feel right getting angry at him for his human interests. Heck, if I were still a human, I would be all about going...hunting. What was wrong with me? Was there a hiccup in my brain, or something? Now, just thinking about the word, the "g" word, it was like there was a filter being placed on it, and it caused a shiver to rush straight down my spine. "I'm not doubting myself, or my abilities. As your angel, yeah, I want to do everything that I can to prevent you from doing something stupid. Still, if you're really adamant about going-"

"And I am," was Levi's input.

Another sigh. "Like I was saying, if you're really adamant about going, then I guess I have no choice but to let you go. I can't forcibly make you do or not do anything that you don't want to do. I can try to persuade you otherwise, sure, but that's obviously not what's working here."

"Is that your way of indirectly calling me difficult?" Levi must have found it amusing, how I'd basically just threw him under the bus. He was right, though. I did think that he was being a tad too difficult with me, but wasn't that to be expected? What power did I have over him? Past or present, my word had never meant more than his.

Providing him with a neutral answer was probably my best bet. "Difficult or not, I'm only trying to get you to see my side of this..." Wait, were we arguing? Was this an argument? "...Debate." Yeah, that felt like a better word.

"So, it's settled, then."

"What is?"

Resting a firm hand on my shoulder, Levi gave me a gentle rock, before he spoke through a set of smirking lips. "We're going to check it out."

Just because Levi was so absorbed by his desire to become an investigator of paranormal activity, the world didn't cease to turn. He still had to go to work, and I still had to follow him there. Flying from above, as always, I watched his every step, his every move, in a way that a mother lioness would watch over her cub. It was ridiculous, but even if someone so much as brushed shoulders with him on his commute, my internal instincts caused me to descend a good amount of distance from my heightened altitude. I wasn't entirely sure if Levi noticed this protective trait of mine, but judging by the way he usually shook his head to himself when I did so, I'm guessing that he did.

A scattered amount of ringing chimes signaled Levi's entry, when he finally made it to the beauty salon. I was bit surprised to see that the place was pretty packed, for a Thursday afternoon. Was everyone taking their lunch break to get themselves a hair cut, or did they not have jobs at all? "There's a lot of people here," I whispered, even though it wasn't necessary of me to do so.

I saw Levi try to nod as nonchalantly as possible, before he flipped his switch and went into "Levi, the sassy hair stylist/make-up artist" mode. The instantaneity of it was almost like watching a regular, everyday man transforming into a superhero. In Levi's case, though, it was much, much more bizarre.

"Hey," he greeted, waving at his line of co-workers. They waved back, mimicking his signature tone, before returning to their heads of hair that needed cutting.

Following Levi over to the front counter, the same counter where people placed appointments and paid for their services, I watched him begin to fumble around with the disorganized assortment of sheets and files. A bit irritated by the mess, he asked, "Um, where are my appointments for today?"

The vicious voice that answered him made my wings stiffen. "I canceled all of your pre-made appointments. You're in charge of walk-ins today."

The look of utter and absolute disgust that overcame Levi's outward demeanor was actually pretty disturbing to witness. Was there really that much bad blood between him and Mikasa that caused him to look at her in such a way?

"What?" Levi asked, all but in a low growl. As if my wings weren't already tense enough, just hearing Levi speak in such a way made my feathers practically freeze over.

Obviously not in a mood to be tested - undoubtedly a factor of her business being so overcrowded - Mikasa slammed her perfectly manicured hand against the counter. It was a reaction that Levi must have been familiar with receiving, because I was the only one who seemed startled by it. "Don't you dare use that tone with me. I am at my wit's end with everyone and everything today, so I'm about this close to firing anyone who defies me."

With a roll of his eyes, Levi was brave enough to speak back, "But I don't do walk-ins. I have a special set of customers, and you know that."

"Stop arguing with me. My decision is final." We both watched spiked stilettos as they clacked off down the linoleum aisle of spinning chairs and tuffs of unruly hair. I was more than certain that all eyes were on Mikasa, as she sashayed away from her "little" scuffle with her employee. Once she had presumably returned to the make-up room in the back of her salon, every head, almost in unison, turned back to Levi.

Unfazed by his second of infamous fame, Levi sighed dramatically and took a seat in the chair that was stationed behind the front counter. Fixing the array of messy papers into a semi-neat pile, he tossed them off to the side and sighed again.

For me, as someone who had absolutely no experience in the hair-styling business, I had to admit that I was a bit confused. What was so bad about taking care of the walk-in clients? Would Levi even answer me, if I asked? It was worth a shot.

"Psst, Levi," I whispered. Again, not necessary.

"Hm?"

Actually hearing a vocal response out of him was exciting. Feeling comfortable enough with the start of our conversation, I persisted with my question. "What's so bad about walk-in clients? Like, what makes them different from your regular clients?"

As it would appear to others, Levi scoffed at nothing. Opening the centermost drawer of the counter, his fingers flittered around for a bit, before he pulled out a bright pink highlighter. Reaching for one of the blank appointment sheets, he flipped it over onto its back and began to scribble out a message. When he finished, he slid the paper over my way. I read it.

Just wait. You'll see why.

I looked at him quizzically. I mean, yeah, I supposed it made better sense to wait and see for myself, rather than having Levi write me an entire essay about the hows and whys he hated walk-ins so much. Still, the air of secrecy about all of it made me feel incredibly curious. I wouldn't be a hypocrite, though. There were things that Levi had to wait for, so likewise, there were things that I had to wait for, too.

And boy, I didn't even understand what I had been waiting for.

In all of my life, no, in all of my lifetimes, I don't think I had ever been presented with such an eccentric, such a demanding group of people before. The walk-ins, they were a breed of their own. Unprepared and uncooperative, at least five people, excluding Mikasa, had yelled at Levi that afternoon. Oh, I don't think I have ever experienced irritation quite like that before. As an angel, it was quite uncharacteristic to say that I wanted to physically harm these people, for speaking to Levi in such a way. They didn't even have appropriate appointments, and they honestly expected that he would be completely available to their every beck and call? That's not how it works. How hard was it to understand that he only had two, albeit talented, hands?

After one woman was so fed up with waiting a grand total of ten minutes, she slammed down her magazine, popped her bubblegum all over her collagen-enhanced lips, and stated, "The service here isn't just bad, it's straight up ridiculous."

Levi, who was busily cutting a lollipop out of a little girl's hair, looked over his shoulder for only half of a breath. It was clear that he had no interest in giving such rude people the time of day, and I didn't blame him. "Have a nice day," he called out, claiming the woman's attention.

"Don't tell me what to do." Her response made me seethe. Levi was only trying to be nice, and she had the nerve to talk to him like? What was wrong with her?

"Okay, then don't have a nice day," Levi muttered. Only the little girl and I had heard him, but I was still fuming with so much rage that I couldn't even focus on his sarcasm, at the moment. At least his tiny customer had found it funny.

By the time my nerves had settled, I was able to just barely catch a glimpse of myself in one of the mirrors, just in time to see my eyes revert back to their usual, greenish-blue color. My eyes; it had to have been another angel thing. It was happening too often for it to be deemed otherwise. However, that wasn't the only thing I'd noticed, when I looked into the mirror. Staring at me through the reflection, like, directly at me, was the little girl.

"Mister, sir, haircutter man?" she asked, coaxing a much needed chuckle from Levi's lips.

"'Mister, sir, haircutter man'," he quoted, doubtlessly amused. "I've never heard that one before. What is it? Am I cutting your hair too short?"

It probably wasn't the smartest of ideas, but she shook her head in the very same way that many children do, causing the lollipop that was still cemented to her burgundy-brown locks to flop around wildly. "No, no, I see something." Pointing right at the mirror, she protested, "I see a boy with big, fluffy wings standing right there." Uh, oh.

Stunned by the little girl's accusation, Levi must have not known how to react. Luckily, kids said the darndest things, so he could freely pass off her sighting as something much more innocent. "Really? A boy with wings?" He turned his head to make a show of looking around. "I don't see anything." The irony was that he was looking right into my eyes, when he'd said that.

Growing restless, the small girl began to bounce in her chair, eventually kicking her legs up onto the seat. Peeking at me from over the back of the chair, she hid her face from my view, when I dared to meet her gaze.

"Hun, you have to sit up right from me, okay?" Levi sighed. "There's nothing there, so please turn around. I need to finish getting this sucker out of your hair."

Reluctantly, the little girl obeyed. Settling back into a proper sitting position, Levi instructed her to close her eyes. "I need to spray this special water on your hair," he explained. "It will help me get all of the tangles out."

Again, after her actions complied with his words, Levi gave me a pointed look from within the mirror, mouthing one word that, out of context, could have been misinterpreted as a greeting.

Hide. I needed to hide. But where? The front counter? That wouldn't do. I needed to get crafty, but the low-set nature of most of my surroundings made it terribly difficult to do so. If only I had the power to become invisible. That would have been much appreciated, at a time like this.

I couldn't dillydally any longer; I really needed to get a move on. Levi was just about finished spraying the young girl's hair, so I had to go. Thinking of the best place possible, I rushed toward the back of the salon, trying my best not to crash into anything along the way. Thankfully, I succeeded.

I ended up in one of the backrooms, and it was just my luck that I'd ended up in the very same room that Mikasa was currently taking her lunch break in. I say lunch, but instead of paying any attention to the container of salad that had her name on it, she was too busy getting ready to light up a cigarette.

Less than discrete, I whispered, "Pardon the intrusion."

Inhaling a mouthful of nicotine, she expelled a puff of cloudy smoke up toward the ceiling, along with her response. "What do you want?"

Mikasa had been playing down my presence, ever since we'd reunited, or in her case, ever since we'd "met". The tone of our relationship remained relatively neutral, and as depicted earlier, she mostly made a point of ignoring me.

"Oh, um," I rubbed the back of my neck. "I'm actually trying to hide from a little girl, right now. She can see me, so..."

Mikasa must have found that interesting, because she'd actually given me a fraction of her focus. After placing her cigarette between her lips, when she pulled it away, a glossy red marking was left behind. "That's weird," she mumbled. "You don't remember her?"

"No, I don't think so. She could have been a part of any-"

"Any of your lives, yeah, yeah."

Things were relatively silent, after that. I pretty much just stood awkwardly in the corner, while she continued to suck on her cigarette until it was a brittle bed of ash. Not wanting to bother her any more than I already had, I poked my head out of the room. It was a bit of a stretch, but I was almost certain that I saw the little girl getting out of her chair and getting ready to go. She appeared to be sporting a chin-length bob with a full-forehead fringe, much cuter than the rat's nest she had originally came in with.

"Well, it looks like the little girl is leaving now," I announced, already starting to take my leave, "so I'm going to head back."

I half-expected that I'd be allowed to leave without interaction, but as soon as I was out the door, Mikasa stopped me in my tracks.

"Hey, your name is Eren, right?"

She'd forgotten already? That was a bit...harsh. "Yes, it is," I smiled. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason." She faltered, and I could tell that she was weighing out her response. "Well, no. It's just, okay. I had this really weird dream last night? Like, I remember calling out for someone named Eren, or whatever. I guess it must have been you. Weird."

Visibly uncomfortable by this newly acquired piece of knowledge, I nodded quickly in agreement. "Yeah, that's totally weird, uh...yeah. It's weird."

Now, I was between a rock and a hard place. Did I stay and ask her about her dream, or go back to Levi? My body was starting to itch all over, and Mikasa had started to shoo me off with the wave of her hand, so the latter became my only available option.

Heading out of the room just as rapidly as I had rushed into it, I cautiously headed back to where Levi stood, just in time to hear the mother of his little client say, "Now, Sasha, what do you say to this nice young man?"

Ah. That would explain it, then.

"Thank you for cutting my hair, mister, sir, haircutter man!" she giggled.

Fitting a hand into his hip, Levi chuckled and shook his head. "Don't mention it. Next time, though, don't let your little brother stick suckers into your hair, okay?"

"Aye, aye!" And with a childish salute, she turned her attention to, what I assumed to be, another child behind the front counter. "You hear that, Connie? No more sticking lollipops into my hair!"

Connie, too? Wow. Still a pair, even in the present.

After the mother had taken her two children out of the beauty salon, and Levi had finished attending to the rest of the obnoxiously impatient walks-in, his shift had finally come to an end, and he and I were ready to go back to the apartment...or so I hoped.

"Are you ready to go home now, Levi?" I asked. I tried to keep my voice as pleasant as possible, wondering if such a thing could maybe detour him from his prior thoughts about wanting to visit that abandoned apartment complex.

Cell phone to his ear, Levi clicked his tongue and said, "Um, no? We're going to check out those apartments, remember?"

"Oh, shoot!" I gasped. "I totally forgot! Say, how about we take a raincheck on that, hm? Maybe we could go tomorrow? Or Saturday? Or never...?"

"Not a chance. We're going, and you're coming with me."

Really, there was just no getting through to him. Why did I even waste my time trying? Sighing in defeat, I ascended into flight.

I kept a much shorter distance from Levi, now that it was nighttime. Not only that, but we were heading somewhere that had the potential to be very dangerous. I wanted to be as close to him as possible.

I heard Levi say something, but being that he had practically mouthed it, I had trouble deciphering what it was that he had said. Coasting downward even more, I was all but on top of him, flying off to his right, when I whispered, "What was that?"

Smirking through a chuckle, I wasn't sure if he was going to repeat himself. It was a good thing, though, because he did. He murmured, "I asked you if you'd protect me."

"Of course." My answer was instant, strong even. Everything about my composition changed. From simple to serious, I had reached a whole new level of determination. Levi wasn't going to change his mind, that was clear. I was going to follow him on his escapade, that was also clear. What I wanted to make clearer than clear, however, was that by no means had I valued my own well-being over his.

"I will protect you, even if it kills me."

Instead of pretending, Levi had actually used his cell phone to give Erwin a quick call. He wanted to let him know that he'd be back a little later than usual and not to ask him where he was going. I found that a bit unnerving, especially since it didn't seem like Erwin had made any attempt to pester him about it. After the call had been disconnected, I asked Levi if he had any idea where he was going. Apparently, he did, and apparently, the apartments were located not too far off from where the salon was.

Oddly enough, it took us approximately fifteen minutes, before we were standing outside of the discolored, dilapidated building. Everything about it screamed an air of "stay away", but Levi was still genuinely unconcerned by the horror-story scene placed before him. Me, on the other hand, my entire body began to tingle with superstitious premonitions.

"We don't have a flashlight," I realized, as we passed through the front gate that had been broken into by the police. There was no turning back now; if a curse had been placed on the proximity, crossing that gate would have made us succumb to it.

"It's better not to have one," Levi said, keeping his voice in a hush. "It would alert our presence. We want to stay as discrete as-"

Both Levi and I jumped. The sound that had cut him off, cut the both of us straight to our core, was so ungodly, so blood-curdling and horrendous, that my guard on Levi had immediately piqued. It was a scream, but not just any scream. This sound had held a purpose to it, one that no animal, nor human being could have ever produced.

"Whoa..." Levi whispered. I thought for sure that would have scared him off, that it would have made him want to turn back right away, but no. Nope, Levi was more driven than ever. "Let's go."

Creaky windows and less-than-sturdy steps were creepy enough in the daytime, but add nightfall, and you had yourself a recipe for wet pants. As a human, oh, sure, I would have loved this. Levi and I would have been like "g" busters, hunting our way through the ins and outs of this place without a second thought to it. Now, though, I had so much more laying on the line.

By the time we'd snuck our way up to the third floor, the noises of distress that we'd been hearing all throughout the stairwell had only grown louder and louder. Upon arriving at one of the many beat up and damaged doors, Levi ended up taking a quick listen for any activity on the other side. "I think it's this one," he spoke quietly. If the sounds didn't give it away, the broken doorknob probably did. Just as he was about to twist it off of his hinges, he faltered and pressed his ear to the door once again.

"What?" I whispered. "What is it? Do you hear something?"

"Yeah, I...I think I hear someone crying?"

Needing to hear such a thing for myself, I eased my ear closer to the door. For a moment, the supposed sobs had ceased, but just as suddenly as they had disappeared, they had returned.

And they weren't just cries. They were words. Coherent, understandable words.

"Br...ing...b...ack... Bring...back...stori...a. His...ria. Bring back...Historia."

Historia. Bring back Historia. That was what was being said, and that was what undoubtedly, for a second or more, made my curiosity outweigh Levi's. Eagerly, the door was opened and a flash of black had darted toward the corner of the empty room. I had seen it, definitely, but I wasn't entirely sure if Levi had.

"...Hello?" Levi was a brave soul, that was for sure. Even I didn't have the guts to call out to whatever had lurked in that room. Still, I felt kind of silly not following suit.

"Are you looking for someone named Historia?" I wondered, even going as far as offering, "You know, I know someone named Historia. She has blonde hair, really big blue eyes, and she-"

"I know you."

I didn't even have a chance to react, nor did I anticipate something like this to happen so suddenly, but standing right before me, with wide eyes that bore into my celestial soul, was the ghost, yes, the ghost, of a former member, a former traitor, of the Scouting Legion.

"...Ymir?"

Her body slunk away from me like ice that had instantaneously melted into its liquid state, and she was once again back in the corner of the room. Staring at the wall, she spoke my name. "Eren. You're Eren. I know you. You know Historia." Looking to her right, she spotted Levi. In less than a blink, she was staring him down. "I know you. You're Levi. You also know Historia."

Bravery? No. Courage? No. Instinct? Yes. It was what had caused my wings to flare at her, forcing her to cower back into the corner of the room.

"Stay away from him," I warned, standing my ground on property that wasn't even mine.

"Stay away from Historia," was her counter, one that was quite baffling.

"Ymir," I began, speaking in a tone of reason, "Historia isn't here. She's in Maria with Jean and all of the other angels. I've seen her, though, and she's doing well."

In an act of ripping out her hair, Ymir cast her ghostly body toward the other side of the room, where she remained still.

Sensing a lull in the commotion, Levi finally broke his silence, by whispering, "Eren, what is that thing? I can only see and hear it, when it moves."

Only when she moves? That's interesting. "It's the gho-"

There was no possible way for me to finish my answer. The loud shriek of despair that racked the room was almost deafening. I could only imagine how loud it must have been for the outside world. There was no time for imagining things, though, because again, Ymir was standing right in front of me, head cocked to the side like a murderer.

"Bring Historia back to me."

"I-I can't do that," I stammered, almost losing my simple stance. "Historia is up in Maria. I already told you that."

She must have understood that Levi could only see her in clips, because Ymir began to circle him, an act that caused him to visibly cringe in disgust.

"Bring Historia back to me."

"...Who?"

In a mockingly repetitive manner, Ymir rocked her head back and forth, chanting, "Who? Who? Who? Who?" After her monotone mimic, she broke out into hysterics.

Thrusting myself in between both Ymir and Levi, my wings began to flap at her wildly, offensively. "I said to stay away from him!"

"I said to stay away from Historia!" With each passing second, her emotions spun out of control. One second, she was laughing, and the next, she was crying. When six or seven more fazes of mood swings had passed, she reached her extreme and shattered an already broken window.

This was getting us no where. Ymir's speech sounded like a corrupted cassette player, and as her rage boiled on, things were only getting more and more dangerous for Levi's sake. "Levi, we should leave." I wish I hadn't made that statement an option. I wish I hadn't made that statement at all.

"Leave, leave. Levi, leave. Levi, lover, leave."

Prancing around the room like a little girl would skip through a flower meadow, Ymir continued to sing her newest chant. "Levi, lover. Lover, Levi. Lover, Historia." Suddenly, she burst out into laughter, spinning around the room like what she was saying provided her with some sort of closure. "Eren's lover is Levi! Ymir's lover is Historia!"

At this point, I didn't care about anything. I didn't care that Ymir was practically making out with her hand, and I didn't care that she had spoken the one and only thing that I had so desperately been trying to keep from Levi all along. None of that stuff mattered to me anymore, but what did matter, and what I did care about what getting Levi the Hell out of there.

"Levi, we have to-"

"No, wait." Of all times, he chose now to be inquisitive? "What did she mean, when she said-?"

But there was no saying anything. No answers, nothing. Nothing could be heard over the ear-piercing sound that Ymir had just screamed. It shook the entire room. All of the windows had shattered, and all four of the walls had begun to crack. Something was wrong.

Ymir was still now, as still as a statue made out of the finest cut of marble. Her arms were pulled behind her, cast backward and bent at the elbows. She looked like she was...about to do something with her hands? And where was she...?

Everything after that had happened in an adrenaline-induced flash.

Jumping in front of Levi, he was in my arms and surrounded by my protective embrace. Something had hit me, I felt it on my wing, but such a thing wasn't what I thought to be important.

With no regard of my surroundings, I pushed past the door that we had entered through, spread my wings far enough for them to be able to function, and coasted down the stairwell at a nauseating speed. Ymir was on our trail, I knew she was, and just before I had reached the route of freedom, I felt something else, something that felt like fingernails, swipe at my leg.

Out of the complex and off of the property grounds, we were safe. Ymir's spirit was bound to that complex; it showed in the way that she tried, failing each time, to follow us. I held as tightly to Levi as I possibly could, when I pounded my foot against the ground, giving me a boost to my altitude. However, it didn't take long for me to realize that there was something about my flight pattern wasn't quite right. My wings, although lopsided, weren't supporting me like they usually did. They felt painful and stange. But I couldn't give up. I had to get Levi home. I wouldn't be able to rest, until I did.

Within my arms, Levi had remained relatively still. Minus the one instance in which he had curled his fingers around my shirt for added assurance, he didn't fuss, nor did he interfere with any of my mechanics of flight.

Of all times when my landing needed to be perfect, this had not been one of those times. When I had finally made it back to those compact buildings that Levi, Erwin, and Hange called home, my feet met the ground before I had wanted them to, nearly sending both Levi and I into the pavement. Were there people around? Conveniently, there weren't. And even if there had been, no one would have believed their tale of the man who had magically flown through the night sky.

Guiding Levi to his feet had been the easy part; facing him in the eye, that was difficult. Well, now he knew. Was it by the terms that I had wanted him to know? Of course not. Could I have attributed Ymir's words to her being absolutely insane? That was a lie, and I knew it. Lover: it was the word that was resting on Levi's lips, and just as I was expecting my name to be spoken in question, I turned my head away shamefully.

What I heard instead was unexpected. It was gasp.

"Eren, your wing, it's..."

What? My wing was what? Looking back and forth, I tried to determine just what it was that Levi was talking about.

I didn't take a second more for me to notice. My heart, still pounding from such an event, still pounding from such a strain that had been placed on my frantic flight, practically stopped. It made sense to me, now, why my wings had felt so different.

My right wing was missing half of its feathers.

Hi there! Chappy here! :D

Wowza, okay. Writing the end of this chapter actually made mescared. Spooky stuff. Lots of spooky stuff.

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