“I’m crazy,” Peter announces, because clearly that’s the only answer here. He can’t be dead. He can’t be. And even if he was he wouldn’t be -
Well, okay. The list upstairs begs to differ, doesn’t it?
...still. If he were dead, Hell isn’t supposed to look like a motel six, right?
“Lucifer - do you hear yourself?” Peter’s voice climbs an octave and he takes a deep breath that doesn’t feel like it goes deep enough. “What, we can just talk to Mr. Hundred-and-One himself?”
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Well, okay. The list upstairs begs to differ, doesn’t it?
...still. If he were dead, Hell isn’t supposed to look like a motel six, right?
“Lucifer - do you hear yourself?” Peter’s voice climbs an octave and he takes a deep breath that doesn’t feel like it goes deep enough. “What, we can just talk to Mr. Hundred-and-One himself?”