And I'll leave this life behind me...
The Inn has a strange sense of humor sometimes. Ben's gone, so this is obviously the time to return someone who died a little over a month ago.
Gordon steps through the door of the Inn, and glances around in bafflement.
This isn't what death is supposed to look like. Not to someone like Gordon.
He takes it more or less in stride, though, because, really, what else are you supposed to do?
"I think there might have been a mistake here," he mutters, mostly to himself. Mistake or not, he doesn't think he's going to complain about it.
Gordon steps through the door of the Inn, and glances around in bafflement.
This isn't what death is supposed to look like. Not to someone like Gordon.
He takes it more or less in stride, though, because, really, what else are you supposed to do?
"I think there might have been a mistake here," he mutters, mostly to himself. Mistake or not, he doesn't think he's going to complain about it.