Bill had stayed.

Eric couldn't believe that he could have stayed with them after Nigel had confessed to wanting to eat a baby.

A baby.

Eric wasn't known for his compassion or his conscience, but even he drew the line at feeding from children and infants.

It was just wrong.

He stalked down the corridor to his room, part of his share in Salome's bid to win him over.

Slamming the door behind him, he began to pace in an effort to calm his agitation.

Even if Bill had stayed to satisfy the others that they were both on side, his elation at the supposed visitation by Lilith and his ability to just stand by whilst the others discussed their divine new direction worried him.

Bill had always been more susceptible to anything that might sanction their existence than he ever had been.

But then, Eric had never really felt the need to justify his own existence.

Lorena had a lot to answer for, he decided, pausing in his pacing.

Especially if her progeny's need to redeem himself in his own eyes and that of the world ended up getting them both killed.

Eric sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He wished he knew what had happened to his phone, he needed to speak to Pam.

Although he could still feel her through their bond, he wanted to hear her voice and to talk over everything that had happened. Pam would understand, Pam always understood and he missed having her as a sounding board.

The curse had taken more than just his memories, it had robbed him of the one person he truly loved and now he wasting time with a bunch of religious wackos instead of repairing the damage.

When this all blew over, he was taking Pam and they were leaving Shreveport for a long over due break.

Maybe even forever.