[Phone call to Lucifer]

[onhiswaydown]

[As he listens to it ring, he mutters.]

Where th'fuck are you, Lu?

Comments

[freedomtoleave]

[It rings for a while before it picks up. When it does, there's nothing but dead air. Dead air and crashing waves and, faintly, the nonsensical jabber of World's End unique brand of lobster.]

[onhiswaydown]

You wanna come home now, asshole?

[This is clearly worry. Angry worry.]

[freedomtoleave]

[More silence. Silence for a long time. And then a very quiet, very hoarse whisper.]

....John?

[onhiswaydown]

[Angrier, but so goddamned quiet.]

The fuck are you?