Abaddon thought he was hallucinating at first.
It wouldn't have been the strangest thing to happen to him. Especially not with how strange he had been feeling over the last few days.
However, he knew he wasn't going insane when even Odie let her spoon fall out of her mouth as she slowly pointed at the figure.
She had seen his face almost every time she opened her wallet. His paintings were glaringly accurate, from the powdered wig all the way to the buttoned up clothes.
There was something the history books didn't cover though. He smelled as bad as sin.
Every time his wooden teeth clacked together Abaddon thought he was going to pass out.
Odessa, who had no supernatural senses, could not tell that anything was wrong and was chattering away, catching old George up on everything he was not aware of.
…Sometimes it felt like an uphill battle.
"…So you're free-"
