"I dreamed that a skeleton told me it was my grandfather. And then I dreamed I fell asleep, and I feel into a second dream where I was… I had…. died. Over and over and over again. Sometimes when I was younger, older, the present me. And earlier yesterday, when I had had a funny turn, I had daydreamed a younger me dying, in a carriage crash. But it seemed so real." Susan said to Quoth, explaining in further detail about the nightmares. She wasn't going to cry, she was too sensible for all that, but it was unsettling to speak of such things.
"Weeeeellll…" Quoth picked at her foot. "I don't know how else to break this to ya, but a skeleton actually is your grandfather."
"Oh, don't joke about such things!" Susan exclaimed. "The nightmares were bad enough already, don't make it worse for me."
"Nonono! I'm serious! We went to that one pub last night and this undead bloke and Death himself paid us a visit because the Hogfather's dying or something!"
"Oh, bloody, bloody damn. You aren't joking, are you?" Susan replied, sighing.
"Nope! I'm not." Quoth ruffled her feathers.
"We aren't going to do anything about the Hogfather. It doesn't concern us." Susan decided.
"Okee." Quoth hopped onto a chair and started pecking at the lace. "Do you think ya actually have a brother though?"
Zeno was very upset with himself. How the heck did he get himself in this situation? He shifted slowly on the branch he was on. Zeno cautiously looked at the ground, this branch was not this tall when I climbed up here.
(I gtg. I'll be back on in an hour and a half though)
"Okee." Quoth hopped onto a chair and started pecking at the lace. "Do you think ya actually have a brother though?"
"It's possible." Susan said.
Death was in his study again, drawing up a battle plan with Will. Belief had to be sustained, but the Hogfather wasn't there to sustain it. Which was a dilemma. "We may have to take over the Hogfather's position. Temporarily, I mean." Death said warily.
"Why is this a bad thing? We are keeping space for him, bringing belief back. Without belief, there is not life." Death said.
"Possibly it is a civic act. Either way, no good can come of the Hogfather being gone forever."
“It’s common sense. Common sense that your granddaughter doesn’t have.” Will muttered.
"No, she lacks belief. She has too much common sense for her own good."
“Whatever you say, Sir.” Will grumbled, taking a sip of tea.
