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       Looking over his shoulder, he sees a younger version of himself talking on the phone in the main room. "No, we didn't shoot rifles, as a matter of fact. We threw a ball around. He's a kid, John. They both are. They're entitled. Yeah, I know I ain't their dad." The Younger Bobby hangs up and throws the phone down. Bobby looks down at the kitchen drawer, which is now empty.

       "What the hell?" Bobby opens the refrigerator and takes out a half-full jar of blood. Bobby is finishing painting a symbol on the wooden floor in front of his desk. He joins Rufus behind the desk and picks up the cross. "O theristes, kaleo se Kai deo."

       Rufus lights a match and drops it into the bowl. There is a flash of fire and the Reaper appears. "Cute. Got to admit – first time anyone's pulled one on me while actually unconscious." The Reaper says.

      "Well, get comfy." Bobby says.

       "Not so fast."

       "Yeah? Sorry. Other business." Bobby says.

       "I'm trying to help you, Bobby. You're going to die. Think you can stop it by pinning me like a bug?" The Reaper asks.

       "Well—" Bobby starts.

       "You've seen the dark coming—people disappearing, things going blank. Look around. Cell by cell..." Bobby looks around at photographs on the bookshelves.

       While Bobby's face in the photographs is clear, the faces of the other people are blurry and indistinct. "that bullet's killing your brain. You're running out of places to hide. So, understand – this trap won't hold forever, because this room won't hold, because you are going to die."

      "You think." Bobby says.

       "Come with me. Be done. You've earned it. Or fight me. Stay here. And you know the drill."

        "I don't know, Bobby. I mean, you really want to get stuck, turn into some ghost?" Rufus asks.

       "I know what I'm doing, Rufus." Bobby says.

        "Yeah, yeah, you're thinking you can help those boys. But how many spirits you meet in their right mind? Some hunter's gonna cut you down."

       "Whose side are you on?" Bobby asks Rufus.

        "Bobby... You've helped. You got handed a small, unremarkable life, and you did something with it. Most men like you die of liver disease, watching "Barney Miller" reruns. You've done enough. Believe me." The Reaper says.

      "I don't care." Bobby says.

      "Why?"

       "Because they're my boys." Bobby sees Young Bobby standing nearby. "All right. The only way out is through." Bobby turns to Young Bobby. "So lead the way." He looks at Rufus. "Nice seeing you again, old friend." And then to the Reaper. "Thanks for the chat." Young Bobby walks away and Bobby follows him.