Barney.
Misty stood complaining, “I don’t think you understand, it was like I wasn’t even aware what happened. I’m missing time. This is most disconcerting.”
Trevor sat on a three-legged chair in Sergei’s once-secret underground workroom. With the end of the world quickly approaching, all thoughts of security and extending his longevity seemed to leave the hermit. Trevor got a slight perverse enjoyment from Misty’s sense of losing control—served her right since she had been profiting off others doing the same thing. At least all the bottles of vodka disappeared, it gave Trevor one less thing to worry about. No one needed a drunk Sergei.
“If you and Crystal are connected, like we think you are, then maybe we can use that to attack Death,” Doctor X said.
“Of course they are connected, lo
