81. Finn White
Calming jazz music played over the speakers as Finn sat there in silence, he looked around, trying his best to discern whether this was part of the story or whether it was an illusion created by another demon.

"You okay, Finn?" Ted asked as he wiped a glass. "Anything on your mind?"

"This... this is Saint Christopher's bar right? The one down in Manhattan?" Finn spoke slowly.

"Yeah, there's no other branches dummy." Ted smirked as he dropped a glass. "What you having a stroke or something?"

Finn fell onto the chair, if this wasn't an illusion or dream. That meant... "The other world was..." His entire life back on Greatsdane was a mere dream.

He laughed.

He cackled, holding his ribs as he laughed. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he burst into rabid laughter, all the emotions he had felt had been a dream, all the people he had met had been a dream. But was that okay?

"Whats so funny?" Ted asked as he took Finn's glass, refilling it. "Don't tell me your already clobbered from one drink?
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