"Not here," he said, lighting a cigar and she almost swore he did it to piss her off.
"Dunno, wherever she usually is, I suppose."

But why are you here and not her?"

"Look, Marge," And ooh, she wanted to hit him for that. "The only thing my brother won't touch is the manor."

"Very well." she nodded almost to herself before straightening with a look of determination.

"What are you...wait a minute!" J.T. rushed to stop her, grabbing her by the wrist as she turned to him with a glare. He floundered. "You seriously cannot be contemplating what I think you are."

"And why not?" she snapped coldly.

"Because it's insane!" he blurted out.

"Of the two of us, which one was committed to an asylum?"

"You put me there."

"You tried to bring him back from the dead, and you want to stop me from protecting him from that?" She gestured vaguely in the direction of the manor, and for once, he didn't know what to say and dropped her wrist.

"Look, you and I have had our differences,"