It's crap. It's poorly written, but I'm tired. But I thought I'd update this.

Christopher's POV

I could have said, "Well, fuck, I'm taking a nap," but I didn't.

I just stared down at the table. Trying to find patterns in the design. It was hard. Being in a room with them all was hard. Someone always had to go and bring up what I sure as hell was trying to forget. It was like they couldn't leave it alone. April may as well have screamed at the top of her lungs 'I killed my sister!' and ran around Taco Bell. Everyone who knew Senna, aside from the four of us, believed that she ran away. I found it all very funny, though at the same time, it was hardly funny.

They couldn't leave it alone. Every time it was always 'Hey, remember when we were in Egypt?' or my personal favorite 'Remember when David wet himself?'. It was always the same. Always something that had to be brought up somehow, whether it be by David, April, or Jalil, or hell, even myself; it was always the same. Sometimes I even wished we had never left Everworld because if we hadn't, we wouldn't be trying to forget it, and April wouldn't be drumming her fingers on the table, biting her lower lip like she always does when she's nervous.

Hey, after spending so much time with all of them you tend to pick out certain habits that they all have. April stopped biting her lower lip. Guess she noticed Jalil looking at her oddly. I sniggered. Leave it to him to stare and make the obvious even more obvious. At least David had kept his mouth shut. He always had a way of opening his mouth and making some stupid comment that made him sound stupid, not that he wasn't already, but that's entirely beside the point.

April nudged me in my side, and I jumped, looking at her.

"What? I didn't say anything," I muttered, crossing my arms onto the table. Jalil rolled his eyes.

"Then now would be a perfect time to say something, Christopher," April said pointedly, staring down at the table which was something that she rarely ever did. Actually, I could never remember a time when I had seen her look down at a table while talking, and I've known her for awhile. Maybe this whole Senna ordeal was getting to her. It sure as hell was getting to me.

Shrugging I looked down at the table before taking a drink of my soda. "Okay," I said, before taking one quick sip of soda. "So, maybe we didn't move the body. I still say leave it. The witch woman died and skipped off to that special hell I told you about. She and Hitler are probably hitting it off real well, April. Real well." Avoiding the stares that each of them were giving me, I threw my hands up. "Well then don't ask me to speak, you're the one who shoved a knife in her."

David shifted, looking anywhere but April, Jalil, and myself. I couldn't blame him, really. We were getting loud, not that anyone around would know what the hell we were talking about, but we were getting loud, and that was all that had really mattered anyway. That was when Jalil began to drum his fingers against the table, as if trying to get all of our attention. Now, I admit, I've done some stupid things before to get attention, but that was just silly. Of all of the things that he could do to get attention he had to drum his fingers on the table like April. How sad was that?

For awhile Jalil just stared around the table at all of us. And we all stared back. It was one of those silences where no one talks, but some sort of message was sent around. I'm pretty sure we all got the same vibe: Something just didn't feel right; like there was a reason for why none of us could ever really stop thinking about Everworld. It wasn't exactly a pleasant kind of feeling, the silence. Maybe, if we were lucky someone would stop by the table and ask David what time it was.

That would break the silence, wouldn't it? Too bad it didn't happen.

Finally, Jalil spoke up. "April's right. We never moved the body."

"Don't know about you, Captain Obvious, but I wasn't planning on touching some dead witches body."

"Christopher, shut up. The point is, we knew Senna could change shape and open pathways, and whatever else she did," Jalil said, leaning forward. We all did, lean forward that is. It was like we were all telling each other one big secret. It was all very fun, expect for the part where this was all about Senna and Everworld, that much I could have done without. "What we don't know is if she foresaw her death and found some way to fake it, to make her think that we thought she was dead. All of us left the scene, we never bothered to ask what had happened. We'd gone to bed at the end of the next few days and woke up back at home. We haven't been back to Everworld since."

Aw, now Jalil is such the speech maker. He makes me so proud - even though I wasn't completely sure that I understood any of that. It made sense, so I guess I did understand that. In fact, I remembered. We never did ask what had been done with Senna's body, we had never even thought of going back to the scene. We just carried out a few days after that and went to sleep one night. I could already see the wheels in David's head turning, it was very clear that he was thinking about something. Well, I hoped to hell that he was because I sure wasn't, and I doubt that April could properly form anything together without stuttering, and Jalil had just done his share of the talking.

"Something doesn't feel right," David said looking around the place. Taco Bell was getting just a bit crowded, but that hardly mattered to him. I had to refrain from making some kind of comment to David about he might as well have been Captain Obvious II.

I shrugged. "Well, if we all get sucked through some pathway - time hole - thing, we'll know that we have a witchy-pooh to hunt and kill," I paused before continuing. "Again. Hunt and kill again."

"You mean search for again."

"Yeah, that's what I said, April. Hunt and kill. Again."