Two Worlds V

XXIV

"When you write stories, you become gods, of tiny, intricate dimensions unto themselves," I heard Mason repeat in my head and I twisted in my sleep, then I saw him smiling at me.

I snapped awake and breathed in heavily. What on earth was that about? I blinked my eyes and started getting up, rubbing my eyes.

I hadn't seen Mason in a long damn while. Why was I seeing him in my dreams? I poured my coffee then took a drink. I breathed out, smacking my lips and starting to leave the room. Jack walked in sleepily rubbing his eyes.

"Hey," I said.

"Morning." He yawned and he got his coffee then met me in the library. He sat down as I opened the computer to start looking for anything. He sipped his coffee sleepily.

"You okay?" I asked as Vincent started walking in, shirtless and rubbing his eyes. He went to a chair and sat down, holding his face up with one hand.

"I'm fine, baby." Vince said.

"I wasn't talking to you," I said, pushing him over. He went over slightly then back to being straight. I looked at Jack, "How are you?"

"I'm good, just tired." He said, "There was a ringing in my ears all night, and now my ears won't pop." He stuck a finger in his ear.

"It's raining," Vince said, and we looked at him as he was touching his arm.

"We're in the bunker, Vince, stop smoking so much weed." I told him, and he twitched slightly and looked up.

"Oh," He said, leaning back on the chair. I looked to the roof and saw Guy laying on it, asleep and drooling above him. The drool was dripping onto Vince, "If I wasn't so out of it right now, I'd be pissed."

"Guy," I said loudly and Guy turned slightly and we watched him feel at the roof. He woke up and then freaked out, falling, "Guy!"

I got up and Gram caught Guy as he flashed in. Guy looked at him and chuckled slightly. I breathed out in relief as Gram set him down, then looked at Gram as he looked at us.

"Hello, darlings." He said.

"Not lookin' too bad yourself." Vincent said, looking him down and biting his bottom lip.

"Right," Gram said, and poked his forehead. Vince snapped out of his high.

"Hey," He said, looking at Gram, annoyed.

"What's up?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning back on the table.

"A lot of things," Gram said, "But the thing I'm here for is Mason."

"Mason?" Jack furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yes, Mason, he's been telling random stories of things we thought were long in the past." He paced to the small liquor cabinet and started going through it, "But he won't tell us what it means." He started pouring himself some whiskey and put it away.

"What does that have to do with us?" Jack asked.

"We need you," He turned to us with the glass and put his free hand in his pocket, "To find out what the bloody hell he's babbling on about." He took a small drink, "Very nice." He looked at the glass.

"What makes you think we can do anything?" I asked.

"You have your ways, now don't you?" He said, and I breathed out, looking to the side.

"Alright, fill us in," I rested my head back slightly.

"He's been talking about angels, well, one." He started pacing, "One that had extracted their Grace before Lucifer fell."