A rare moment of clarity comes over Frederic before he vanishes. Terrible and underwhelming clarity. “Now I know where all that missing time goes,” he states, waking up from a lifelong trance.
“Oh, shit,” says Solinis.
Gemini gives a sniff with his little snout. “Is that … Purex?”
It is annoying to know that Purex is laundry detergent. “And blood,” the demon warbles. “I can actually smell blood.”