‘How did I not see this when I woke up?’

‘The world has always passed you by in a blur. Even when it wasn’t moving.’

‘Fuck you too, Steve.’

‘You asked.’

‘I detect black magic.’ Grace declared.

‘How?’ There was nothing notable on his grave, just a stone with the inscription ‘Adam Burns, beloved son’, and a muddy patch with grass beginning to grow.

‘Because that’s what it always is.’

Adam gave a sigh. He had nothing better to offer though.

‘What’s that?’ Steve bent down and picked up a thin bracelet, nothing more than thread with a tiny silver plate on.

‘AB, a heart and EB.’

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