As he approaches the neighborhood, he becomes startled to see necro-cult teenagers throwing fireworks and yelling insults outside his apartment. Terrified, he shoots his g*n in the air to scare them off. When he enters the apartment, he notices Hilda’s I-cell displaying love scenes from mid-20 th century romantic motion pictures. Against the background of melodic jazz music, Hilda has surrounded herself with varieties of chocolates and silk flowers. On her feet, perfume bottles lying next to romance novels and exotic colorful clothes from her magazine days when she was astonishingly attractive.
Gazing at the fantasy comforts, Dr. Jeff reminds Shorty that there is no point castigating Hilda for rejecting the Lord of old Heaven when the plague made her life miserable. “She’s better off de
