"It was," Skulduggery nodded. "We still don't have anything to show for it, but third time's the charm." He shifted back in the chair, but no position was really more comfortable; the one he'd settled into was, if anything, increasing his headache. "The first time, we were attacked by a zombie that could control vast amounts of hair. Very unique. Decomposing, which was about as much fun as it sounds." Skulduggery eyed the wrapped sausage in front of him. For all he knew, eating it would turn it into the same bits of rotting flesh that covered his face for so long that night.

It was almost easier to think about the zombie now. In a way, it was better than the hallucinations. At least it was something Skulduggery could punch. He sorely missed being able to punch most of his problems until they went away.

He glanced back up at Gabe after a second. "Ill." Like Sora had been? No wonder Gabe was looking so worried now, with what the end result was implied to be. "Feverish and a rash on his arm? You managed to cure it?" Skulduggery had heard about the stomach surgery some people seemed willing to try, but to think that anyone might have done it without any medical supplies to speak of?