Chapter 11 Just A Bad Dream
- “Maybe it’s about time to check up with the Doctor,” Absinthe shrugged her shoulder. “I’m just asking anyway.”
- “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to do that to you. Swear, it’s just a bad dream.” His voice was calm.
- Absinthe smirks. “Okay, if you say so.” She blurted. “Don’t be sorry, Costello. A sinner will always be a sinner. Like you, your sorry is nothing but a nonsense one.”