"Welcome."
Stewart wakes up and finds himself at a table with what appears to be a half-woman, half-vulture creature sitting on the other side.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Who the fuck are you?" real tactful, Stew
"You seem uncomfortable. You are where she burned you with her cigarette; where your first trip came from. As well as where your duel with the fuckin' forever's gonna happen, friend. This is the place-"
"You know your nipple's pokin' out there, doll," Stewart says with a smirk, pointing at her monstrous bosom; the only redeeming quality of her grotesque form.
"You are not afraid," she says through a smirk. Black holes where her eyes should be are staring into his nonetheless. "This place has seen you many times. You live between these two3worlds. Never quite in touch with either. Never really in one place or the other."
"I have to see her. That old guy said there's a price everytime I do, but what? Where the hell did she go? I'm not going to continue this fucking game like some filthy, shit eating dog waiting for a bone. I want to know what is happening."
"And you will. But there are other people you must meet in the meantime. You'll come to see how we are all connected. All the same."
everything always the same
