Henry landed in the last realm. This would be the last piece of his soul, the key to finally leaving this place. Henry rubbed Homer’s head as he walked briskly to the east, where the tab said his soul would be. Homer hummed under Henry’s hand, and Henry knew he would miss him. It’s was weird being friends with the most dangerous creature he’d met here, but Henry had learnt a lot in the past few days he’d been here. He wondered again what time it was in his own world.“What time is it?” He asked the system.[I’m not sure what time it is here; time is infinite]“I mean what time it is on earth.”[Mr. Henry, you should focus on obtaining your soul]Homer huffed. Henry smiled slightly as he rubbed the beast’s head.“The system is a bit harsh with me,” Henry said.The beast huffed in agreement. They walked silently for some time. Not that Henry’s mind was silent, of course. He kept thinking of time, of how to obtain his soul and leave. He wondered if he would forget the experience he has h

Louis opened the door of the passenger back seat for Henry to enter, and then went to the driver’s seat. Henry had originally wanted to driven around town, to get reacquainted with the air, the people, the noise. The realms he travelled to have affected him in way he could not tell. In every corner it seemed as though he caught a shadow, a slithering movement, a round eye. It was all humans, but Henry could not stop the intrusive thoughts from occupying his brain. A lot had happened in the past few days that wore him down. He knew he needed someone to talk with, a companion, but he didn’t know exactly who to speak with. Louis was his business companion, and even if they lines may have blurred over the years; it was absurd for Henry to tell him important details like these. Not everyone would understand, and Louis didn’t have the mental capacity for the garbage Henry would dump on him.On a second thought, Henry remembered that there were people who made it their sole purpose of listen

Henry tapped on Louis side of the window. Louis jerked from his sleep and immediately unwinds the window.“What?” he asked groggily.“Let me drive,” Henry said flatly.Louis opened the door and moved over to the passenger seat. Henry slid into the driver’s seat and started the car, occasionally glancing at Louis.“I was gone for less than fifteen minutes, Louis. How did you fall asleep so fast?”Louis wiped his fast as if wiping the sleep away. He yawned, and then reached for the bottle water that eh positioned in between the two seats.“I thought you were going to spend an hour there,” he yawned again. “So I wanted to catch a nap.”“You can do that at home, not when you’re working.”“My house has become unbearable for me,” Louis confided. “May and I are constantly at loggerheads.”May was Louis wife. A petite, brown haired woman that had brown eyes. One of the good kinds too, maybe even too good for Louis. Henry had never imagined himself creating a family life like Louis, even when

“So where is she?” Henry asked.He and Louis had retreated back to Henry’s hidden cave. He didn’t use the cave often, but now that he had gotten Homer, he needed to be careful of who he invited home. Homer was potentially dangerous, and didn’t take too kindly to visitors. Besides, they wanted to meet the tracker, and Henry didn’t think his house was the best option to meeting the man.“She’s at Costa Rica,” the tracker said.Henry nodded absently. The tracker was a man that spoke with eyes rather than words. Henry could tell that the tracker was scared of him, and Louis was the only one making him comfortable as it was. He didn’t exactly blame the man; even he would prefer to speak to a chatty man rather than a gloomy, dangerous man. A chatty dangerous man like Louis was easy to maneuver around, and even though Henry did not like that Louis was so easy to access to, he had to let it go because it was Louis' charms that had brought them this far.Louis yawned tiredly and stretched. “We

Louis rapped three short raps on the door, and they waited. The X on the door small, almost unnoticeable. Henry again silently appreciated Louis’s good wit, humor and eye for effectiveness, despite the fact that very exciting things were occurring in his life.“You sure this is the place?” Henry asked when no one answered. “Maybe the X is supposed to be bigger and bolder than this?”“No, this is it. This would be the only door marked X in this lane.”Just as Louis finished talking, a voice sounded from behind the door. It was piercingly feminine and high pitched, so high pitched that Henry drew back from the door.“Whatchu what?” The voice asked. “Services for Meme,” Louis answered.“Services for Meme?” The voice asked again. “What type of services do you want?”“Services of the crotch.”Henry mentally cringed. The code names they used were just so horrible; even he could do better than that.The door latched open, and a female stuck her head outside. She had short dark hair and the