Ah, yes, that 'bug' mentioned over the intercom by the man whose voice sounded the same from the night before, but whose tone was decidedly different. If the boy was feeling as bad as he looked, he'd probably asked for medicine already, so there wasn't any point in pressing the issue. The few times Valkyrie had gotten sick, she tended to throw things at Skulduggery when he mentioned it too often.
Valkyrie. There was no way Skulduggery made her up. He could picture her perfectly, down to the last smirk. Her terrified face, when she saw him getting dragged through the portal - he remembered it perfectly. And Ghastly, his friend Ghastly, recently awoken from two years as a statue. No one could have created those scars.
Skulduggery sighed and sat back in the pew. Thinking about them in endless circles wasn't going to help things. Skulduggery was a detective, and detectives looked for facts, as painful as those facts might be. Detectives asked questions. The boy next to him looked a year or two older than Valkyrie, hair just as spiky as Fletcher's, if not quite as amusing. He looked sane. He didn't quite look like he wanted to answer questions, but to be honest, that had never stopped Skulduggery before.
"Let's pretend, for the moment," he spoke up, "that I'm suffering from complete amnesia. Or that I simply popped into existence about an hour ago, whichever one is easier for you to believe. I haven't the first idea what or where anything is. I am, however, intelligent,” he added, remembering the way the nurse had treated him like an idiot. That still rankled. “What is this place? Where exactly are we?”
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Valkyrie. There was no way Skulduggery made her up. He could picture her perfectly, down to the last smirk. Her terrified face, when she saw him getting dragged through the portal - he remembered it perfectly. And Ghastly, his friend Ghastly, recently awoken from two years as a statue. No one could have created those scars.
Skulduggery sighed and sat back in the pew. Thinking about them in endless circles wasn't going to help things. Skulduggery was a detective, and detectives looked for facts, as painful as those facts might be. Detectives asked questions. The boy next to him looked a year or two older than Valkyrie, hair just as spiky as Fletcher's, if not quite as amusing. He looked sane. He didn't quite look like he wanted to answer questions, but to be honest, that had never stopped Skulduggery before.
"Let's pretend, for the moment," he spoke up, "that I'm suffering from complete amnesia. Or that I simply popped into existence about an hour ago, whichever one is easier for you to believe. I haven't the first idea what or where anything is. I am, however, intelligent,” he added, remembering the way the nurse had treated him like an idiot. That still rankled. “What is this place? Where exactly are we?”