"Carl mentioned that the two of you have worked together for a hundred and thirty years," Oz said.
It was the longest sentence Van Helsing had ever heard him say. "That's right."
"How does that work?"
"I used to be the left hand of God. Carl's Immortal."
"Oh. That explains a few things."
"Like what exactly?" Van Helsing asked warily.
"Well, Carl's got a picture of both of you next to this old-time horseless carriage, and there's a medal on his mantel with his name and 1892 on it."
"Oh, right, his Valiant Services medal."
"How'd he get that?"
"We were in Romania once battling this group of gypsies that didn't like us much. They started it. We won only after Carl threw a bottle at the old woman spell-caster."
"What was the bottle?"
"Um…I think it was 'Cajun Butt Paste'. Carl said something about her smelling."
Oz blinked. "Huh."