Something else, eh? Just yesterday, Skulduggery would have said nothing could be worse than an eternity alone with the Faceless Ones, especially when they'd probably be furious with him for disrupting their annoyingly endless plans. But if whatever that something else happened to be even compared to the dead woman from last night, he was seriously beginning to reconsider.

It was good to see that Rita was thinking along the same lines as he was, though. Whether that came out of necessity or a simple stubbornness was unclear, but the line between them could often be blurred. "We'll just have to run faster tonight, then," he told her with a blank glance down at his french toast. "Or try and avoid the fight entirely." It was possible that if they waited, or went somewhere else first, then the something else would be preoccupied and they could sneak by. And Skulduggery was still curious about that morgue.