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“Eric, what the fuck?” Pam stalked in and looked around. “You rebuilt her fucking house?”

I shrugged. “I built a house, here. There was already a foundation. I told you about the door.”

“Oh, this looks an awful lot like her house,” She walked into the kitchen. “Only nicer. You have far better taste.”

“Thalia helped, in exchange for my enthralling the vermin at Fangtasia, or as she calls it the Blood Bank, once a week.” She could have made me do it, since she was sheriff now, but she didn't force it. True, the floorplan of the house was as I remembered it, but I couldn't bear the thought of paying for antique southern shabby chic shit. It was a compromise. I wasn't dreaming of her any more often than I had, but it still felt better, being on somewhat sacred ground to her. Lately, when I dreamt of her, we spent a great deal of time brainstorming, sometimes about how the hell to get her out of Faerie, and sometimes about ridiculous things, like how to bring Bill back from the dead. Stupid dreams. No sex. Ever. It was probably for the best.

“So what are you waiting for? Her to show up, so you can play house?”

I shrugged. “I don't even know if she's really over there. I feel better though being here, and that's all that matters.”

“You're happy, being the guardian of the door to somewhere.” She looked at me, deadpan. “Wow.”

“What else would I be doing?” It wasn't so bad. I had lots of company, and I enjoyed being solitary from time to time. I felt at peace in a way, being here. “We liked living here.”

“You liked living here. I despised it and you for making me come.”

“That's bullshit, and you know it.” I got her in a headlock, and she sighed, exasperated.

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