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I heard Michael throw up. Poor man. He would never be the same after this. Thankfully the screaming had stopped. Carol stood in the middle of the room, not doing anything. She and Michael both seemed to be rooted in their respective spots on the floor. The fire was slowly sucked out of the room, leaving a scorched mess behind. I would never get my security deposit back at this rate. I'd be lucky if I didn't get sued for malicious damage to property. Somehow, I didn't think they'd buy the ‘My demon made me do it’ excuse.
As I surveyed the damage, a familiar figure appeared in front of the fireplace. The Gandalf look-alike who'd negotiated my release from Jack was dressed in the same robes he'd worn two years earlier. Although his demeanour seemed different to what it had been two years
