"No, we're not doing that!" Fabian groaned.
"Why not?" Alfie asked. "It's a perfectly reasonable plan."
"Even if zombies were real, it wouldn't be a reasonable plan!"
"So, gods and ghosts and demons and sleeping archeologists can be real, but not zombies?"
"Yes!"
"Alfie does have a point," Eddie said.
"Eddie!" Fabian snapped. "Zombies aren't real."
"And before you started Sibuna, did you think magic or ghosts or Egyptian gods were real?" Eddie countered.
"Thank you, Eddie." Alfie said.
Fabian groaned and started rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Zombies. Aren't. Real. And. We're. Not. Fighting. Any."
"How do you know that we're not fighting any?"
"How do you know that we are?!"
"Well, there was that comet last night, like night of the comet, and I definitely saw a dude who looked like he was dead stumbling around near the house last night."
"Actually, that might have been Jerome after Mara's latest revenge scheme." Patricia said.
"Really?" Alfie asked, "I would have recognized my buddy, and would have known if Mara did something like that to him?"
"No, it definitely could have been Jerome." KT said, "Here, I got pictures." She shows Alfie her phone.
"Oh, what the heck did Mara do to him?! And are you sure this isn't a picture of a zombie?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" KT asked.
"Alfie does have a point," Patricia added, "Jerome definitely looks undead in that photo."
"Can we please get back to figuring out what we're going to do about Robert Frobisher Smythe?" Fabian pleads.