“Wash, how did . . . how do . . .”
“How do I manifest in your realm, without even the pretense of chains and a sheet? Honestly, I tried to requisition them before you came, but that seemed so . . . formal. Besides, the paperwork is a bitch, let me tell you – ‘on Earth as it is in Heaven,’ man, they weren’t kidding!”
“Then you’re in . . .”
“Oh, the pearly gates? Not as such . . . but don’t sweat that, either. I’m not doomed to Hell for all of eternity, even after that thing we did that one time in the hotel on Beaumonde. Heh. And I thought that would get me damned for sure!”
-- Unfinished Business -- Chapter Seven by ScrewtheAlliance