I don't, though. Not here. It was probably silly to say just what I'd say back home.

He sees no dead. He doesn't hear their voices. It's a relief, really. Maybe here the god of lost souls collects them all so neatly that people like Iggy aren't needed.

Iggy walks toward Wrench, confident and cheerful.

You're supposed to sacrifice virgins, silly.

They put me in an apartment above a shop. I guess that's where they put most of us. Someone said we could bunk with the locals later? I'm not too sure about that.

He gently places a hand on Wrench's arm, directing them both back the way they came. Iggy has very lovely hands.

You could show me where you stay.