"Taking medicine from people holding you prisoner is never a good idea," Skulduggery agreed. Medicine was never something he'd had to deal with before, either - dead people didn't get sick. Suddenly, the threat of the illness being contagious took on greater meaning, and Skulduggery wondered if it would be a good idea to try and find some medicine at night. "Good to meet you, Sora. My name is Skulduggery Pleasant."

Introducing himself here felt strangely like introducing himself to mortals back in his own reality, but without the disguise. No one would recognize the name, no one would see he was a skeleton, and most people would warily treat him like he might be dangerous. Which of course he was, but never intentionally. Well, occasionally intentionally.

The slippers were getting annoying. Skulduggery surreptitiously worked them off his feet underneath the pew, realizing that even barefoot there was still slightly too much weight. He shuddered at the reminder of just how much had changed, and how much he was going to have to get used to.

"It's not a natural illness, is it?" he asked as the thought occurred to him. The man over the intercom seemed able to control a lot here; it wasn't a stretch to assume he could control health as well.