It was completely surreal to hear his own, derisive laugh coming out of someone else's throat. Or lack of throat, rather. Harvey felt a sharp shiver go down his spine as the skeleton kept talking with his tone, the inflection and word choice not accurate in all the places it should be, which just made it stranger.

Since the ferryman was mainly just spouting off useless information, Harvey tried his best to ignore it, and he let out a silent sigh when he realized that the boat had finally docked. That had definitely been the most harrowing passage they'd made so far. Was it only going to get worse from here?

He moved off of the boat and examined the nearby shore, taking note of where the rotting corpses were laid out so he could avoid those areas, if only to save his nose. Once the other two joined him, Harvey gestured toward the door they'd picked last night. Might as well stick with what they knew, right?