Twist, right.

CRACK.

Twist, left.

CRACK.

He arched his back and--CRACK. Aww...Che. That hurts. He sauntered over to the bathroom and turned on the lights. Too bright. He flicked them back off and pulled the shades up to let a little bit of sunlight into the room.

He peered into the mirror, hardly recognizing the man staring back at him. He felt the stumble growing on his cheeks, chin and upper lip. "Che, I need a shave!"

Seth stepped out of his room. He could no longer sense Nyx anywhere. The Mori was deathly quiet. Only the drunken hobos lay passed out in the bar.

"Where is everybody?" he asked out loud as he proceeded to walk down the stairs. "Nyx? Celly? Remy?"

"They're all gone." A man's voice replied.

Seth looked around. No one. "Who's --"

A man's silhouete appeared at the threshold. "They've gone to battle in the happiest place on Earth." The other man shrugged.

Seth jumped down to the bar, landing on his feet. "Methos?"

The Immortal noded politely. "Hentai, cat. I presume."

TBC......