"Aren't you supposed to say Double Bubble boil and trouble, or something?" Lulu asked as she poked a glass jar filled with a purple dust.

"That's double, double toil and trouble." Narissa corrected. "And that's from Macbeth, not actual witches."

"Huh, wouldn't have figured you to have plays back where you're from." Lulu pointed out. "You give off sort of medieval witch vibes."

"Witch? Not queen?"

"Nope," Lulu said bluntly.

"That wasnt very diplomatic of you, you know." Narissa said.

"Yeah, well my salesmanship runs short when I'm confronted with someone so incredibly stingy." Lulu replied dismissively as she started to prod more things.

"Could you at least stop touching everything?" Narissa complained.

Lulu smirked as she shrugged. "Sorry gal. Not really that compliant to people too broke to even spend on necessities."

"Necessities?" Narissa asked, before she scowled as Lulu picked up a sealed metal jar. "Hey! Leave that alone!"

Lulu started to juggle the jar. "See. Sounds like it's pretty necessary to you."

Narissa's eyes followed the jar as it spun around and around. "These partners are going to be the death of me, aren't they?" She sighed.

Ted handed Abraham a mop and bucket. The man wordlessly accepted them and left to get to work. He had been quiet most of the way. Ted had only managed to get a word of two out of him during the whole walk.

Now he was alone. There was a weight on his chest. And he knew what he needed to do.

There was a side door now. He took it, and made his way to the strange new area that surrounded the tavern. Everything felt slightly off. Like it was a mirage, or a shadow of a dream.

He walked in silence, without very many thoughts, just a few raw feelings, and that heavy weight in his chest. But his destination wasn't far.

Ted looked down over the edge. Hard to believe that he was beneath this not so long ago. But the purple orb below only made his chest pulse in pain.

With a slight grunt, Ted sat down over the edge. His legs hung free over the vast fall below. Rain, fog, so many things had blocked the view, but now he was here yet again.

It was just like when he had first laid eyes on it. Beautiful, yet terrifying. He looked to his side and half expected Trizel to be sitting there beside him.

"Of course he's not there," Ted whispered. "Trizel's dead after all."

He looked up towards the streaking lightning in the sky and leaned back on his arms. Ted couldn't help but laugh. "I'm so sad, but I can't shed a single tear."

"Everything's welling up inside me, but I can't even mourn the loss of a friend right." He scoffed quietly to himself. "Just how messed up am I?"