"What's tha' gotta do wit' it?" I mumbled.
"He turns people into dolls. Not like replicas, like proper turns their bodies into full on dolls. He must have been given his soul back. Wait, Alan! Hell, Eric, you gotta get down there before it's too late to save him!" He walked over to the table and sat down heavily.
"Y-ya serious!? Aw hell! But – I don't know where 'e is! Shop were empty"
"I worked on this ages ago. If he's got Alan, he'll be in the grey tower. It's right near the shop"
"Eric, let's go. Grell, stay here and rest or you'll make yourself dizzy. You're far too groggy to come with us" William said firmly.
"Bugger off with the fathering act! Just go find him" he put his head down on the table. "Choose your words carefully when you do. Kill the doll maker if you can't talk him out of it"
I grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him close and kissing his lips firmly.
"You – ya a saint, y'know 'at? Ya get yersen rested: we'll take care o' the rest"