"So, you were in-"

KLANG!!!!

"Ahhh, cut that out!" Baxter scolded as Grimm tried unsuccessfully to thump his forehead again before giving up and pouring another drink.

"Does it hurt?" Grimm asked.

"No, it's just annoying as hell." Baxter replied.

"Oh." Grimm seemed a bit deflated by this.

"Do you rust?" He asked after a moment.

"I don't know." Baxter replied after a moment.

"Are you metal all over? Like inside? Your eyes? Your muscles? All that?"

"I don't know!" Baxter tried not to choke while laughing.

"Huh." Grimm muttered.

"So you were in Asgard, then? It's real?" Ozzy finally managed to ask while Grimm focused on the alcohol.

"What? I was?" Grimm asked, looking around perplexed.

"That's what you said earlier. Surely the whiskey hasn't got to you already!" Baxter roared.

Grimm studied the glass for a moment.

"It's not the whiskey." He downed it and poured another as Baxter choked down his own.

"It's like. . .some things are crystal clear, perfect. directly in focus. So realized, I could almost touch them. Then others. . .others are very vague. Like half remembered dreams. Does that make sense?"

"Too much." Baxter nodded in agreement, pulling down another of Montag's bottles. "What about Haven?"

"Haven?" Grimm squinted, looking at Baxter. "What do you remember about Haven?"

"Not much," Baxter shrugged. "I was only there the once, and it didn't last long. But you seemed to like it."

"Mmm." Then, after a moment, "Haven's gone."

"What do you mean gone?" Baxter asked.

"It's gone. It's not there anymore. Wherever it was. . .now it's not. Fuck, I need another drink."

"Have you called Bree yet?" Grimm asked a bit more quietly.

"No, I haven't . . .so you remember her, too?"

"Come on Baxter, I think I'd remember my own wife!"

Ozzy doubled over in a spit take as Grimm roared with laughter.

"You ass!" Baxter responded after a moment, breaking out in laughter of his own. "I'm gonna have to clean that!"

"Eh, Montag's rich. Let the maid do it. He's probably got one specifically for every room." Grimm looked around before spying an old bookcase.

"Hey, wonder what ol' Griss' has been reading up on." He walked over and looked over several shelves before finding something that caught his eye.

"Just the thing for a little late night reading before bed."

"Whatcha got?" Baxter's curiosity piqued.

Grimm held the book up into the light where Baxter could see it. The title read Eldritch Horrors and Other Things That Ought Not To Be by E. Gaunt. "I grew up on this guy's stuff. He was great at setting mood, but a little repetitive and wordy." Grimm offered as he noticed Ozzy's face drop.

"E. Gaunt? Let me see that." Ozzy grabbed the book and looked at the author's photo. "It's him. This is the guy from our team. The one that left after we arrived here. Lykopis said he was mad. . ." Baxter stumbled over the words a bit before Grimm took the book back.

"Come on, man." Grimm chuckled a bit. "Edmund Gaunt died in 1940. Cirhhosis of the liver. He was a heavy drinker. It's all documented. I'll see you in the morning."

Grimm wandered off down a hallway, presumably to find a bed that wasn't taken. "Don't see any ghosts without me!" He yelled after a bit.

"Ozzy, my boy," Baxter started, pouring another drink, "everytime you think life can't get any weirder . . .Heh."