-----“That’s what I’m saying though.” “What?” -----“Even if we can get her soul back from death, she doesn’t exactly have a body to be put back in.” “I’ve got a plan about that.” -----“It’s talk like that which scares me sometimes, you know?” “Talk like what?” -----“You’re…you’re not going to try to put her in my body…for safe keeping or anything like that…are you?” “I’m trying to save her, not scare her soul out of its existence. Besides, if I can get everything done just right, she’ll be coming back in this little orb here.” He patted his pocket. -----“What do you plan do with the images you have stored in there? They have to go somewhere.” “Remember that merboy? I think I’ll make this little set of memories his own personal hell.” -----“That doesn’t seem very nice. I mean, he was just a boy.” “Hello, he tried to kill me, or did we forget that.” -----“Fine, fine, fine. Well, we’re here bright eyes, now what? I mean, I don’t think Death is just gonna let anybody walk up and knock on his door…is he?” “No. We’ve already gotten past a lot of his traps, and though I don’t think anybody has ever really gotten this far…it would be stupid to think it was that easy. It would be quite embarrassing if a very persistent salesman was to knock on Deaths door…but, I’d love to see the salesmans face when the door opened.” -----The first boy chuckled. “Yeah, now if he could just make the sale.” The second boy pulled a small tin out of his pants pocket. -----“What do you plan to do with that?” “Remember when we started off in the woods.” The first boy nodded. “I saw a lizard crawling up a tree; I caught him.” -----“So, we’re going to let it run under the door and see if Death comes running out…afraid of lizards, you think?” “When we get out of this, I swear I’m going to beat some of that ‘stupid’ out of you.” The second boy held the lizard by the tail and let it grab on to the door. Once it was holding onto the door, the boy let go. The poor little lizard started running up the door face…and before their very eyes it was disintegrating to dust as it ran. “Well, that’s settled, no knocking.”