Using what he had on hand, Angus fixed a lunch for Poppy of a chopped salad with fresh vegetables and fresh fruit and some diced grilled chicken with a homemade vinaigrette and some oatcakes. He put it on a tray for her with some iced tea, and a couple of chocolate chip cookies. Marcus floated the tray ahead of him and took it down to her. She hadn't thought she was hungry until she saw the salad, and it looked tasty enough that it encouraged her appetite. She told Marcus to thank Angus for it. Marcus left her to eat, and then he went back upstairs.
Angus and Marcus opened a couple beers and ate their sandwiches enjoying the quiet.
"Do you have any idea when it was this quiet last?" Angus asked.
"No. Not a bloody clue," Marcus said. "Years. maybe centuries." Both of them laughed.
"After bedtime?"
"Nope. Too many people in this house snore like chainsaws for it to be quiet then. Even the ruddy dog snores," Marcus replied. "You should get a bit more shut eye while the house is quiet."
"No, thanks. I'm good."
"You're having nightmares again, then. Priscilla?"
"I'm sure she's either causing them or she's taught someone else to do it because I'm back in New Orleans again, in that cemetery."
"In the casket again?"
"I don't get that far to find out," he replied. "The rest of our team is there but they're not in the cemetery. I hear them, but their voices are distant. They can't get to me. They're in a fight of their own."
"Where am I?"
"Don't know. Can't ever find you."
"And you're there with her?"
"No. I'm there with multiple Suzannes. Everywhere I look is another Suzanne. But I know they're not Suzannes. I don't know who they really are, but they're appearing as Suzannes, and I'm on my own."
"Well, that's just all buggared, then because I would never leave you alone."
"Yeah. I know. But if it's all the same to you, I'm not going to nap this afternoon. I'll do alright as I am."
"You need to talk to Robert."
"For what end? He'd give me more dreamless sleep potion, and I already have some. There's nothing he can do."
"But your gran is coming back around again too. Something's up, and he needs to know."
"He's working, I'm sure I'll talk to him later."
"In that case, let's make use of the quiet and let me beat your arse in a chess game."
"Well, that would be a first," Angus laughed.
"Would not. I beat you last time."
"Did not."
"Did too. Get the board, and let's see who the best man really is," Marcus challenged.
"You're entirely too anxious to lose today," Angus said.