[Doctor Gabriel]

Mr. Kite couldn’t move.

Not literally mind you, the woman playing Lennie to his George was certainly strong, but he probably could have pushed her off with enough effort.

Mr. Kite couldn’t move because his brain was at least seven paces behind the present moment.

Alright, so he summoned a servant. That was good! The ritual worked and he’d be able to participate in the War now. She also seemed to be some kind of pirate, which was badass.

On the other hand, she seemed to be reenacting the end of Rocky with some minor script edits.

But that wasn’t what had stopped him in his proverbial tracks.

No that had been the voice in his head a few seconds before his Servant materialized.

He did not like other people being inside his head.

It was his head and one enjoys a certain amount of privacy and shameful thoughts there in.

Visitors were not welcome!

A wet trickle on the back of his neck snapped him back to the present.

“Woa, woa!” he protested, wriggling free from the shebeast’s grasp, “Who’s Annie? Because I’m certainly not.”

He ran a hand through the golden locks that were his pride and joy.

They were slimy.

This was shaping up to be a night filled with numerous showers and even more bottles of wine.