From what he could tell, and he felt like a complete head case for even considering the possibility, the `friends' that he was amongst consisted of a witch, some kind of zombie, a mobile post mortem that looked as if it'd lost an argument with a bulldozer, and…get ready to disembark at your final destination, room 23a at the Home for the Terminally Batshit Crazy…a vampire.
He was trapped and he knew it. Even invisible there was no way that he was going to be able to escape all of them.
Ronnie allowed himself to calm down, well, as much as he could of course, seeing as how he was marooned within the walls of this utter madhouse, and slowly reappeared.
Once he'd finally coalesced, the witch approached and offered him a cigarette that he gratefully accepted, never more grateful to be a smo
