[Archie's voice takes on a similarly easier tone, at least momentarily. Horatio "thinking on my death" Hornblower, he is not, especially now that he's not choked with pain.]
I had imagined it was Heaven; the Old Scratch wouldn't pile his tables with roast goose. [A pause, as he gives his surroundings a good once-over.] I am in the dining room of an empty inn, so far as I can tell. Where are you?
[Another pause, and then, a slightly hesitant question.] Horatio is not with you, is he?
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Date: 2010-04-16 05:01 am (UTC)I had imagined it was Heaven; the Old Scratch wouldn't pile his tables with roast goose. [A pause, as he gives his surroundings a good once-over.] I am in the dining room of an empty inn, so far as I can tell. Where are you?
[Another pause, and then, a slightly hesitant question.] Horatio is not with you, is he?