What Ted succumbed to was the sweet embrace of a hotel bed. He slept well and started to arrange the practical things in the morning.
He was itching to get a piece of deadrouser secrets, but for that, he wanted the company of someone who knew how to read.
He wasn't illiterate, of course, but he just did not have the patience to shift papers and books endlessly to perhaps get a line or two that would satisfy a fraction of his curiosity. No, he wanted Mad to be there when he entered the library.
A pale guard was standing at the door, smoking a cigarette and looking nervous.
"How do I get to come in?" Ted asked. "My dear fellow, I would like to browse some research."
"You don't, cor." The guard sighed and looked at Ted with bloodshot eyes. "I am certain that you don't even want to. I have already said too much…"
"How so?"
Ted smelled a crack in the facade of the man. Something was wrong here, and it was something occult and mysterious. The cult leader was certain of it.
