Having bid their farewells to the curse of abandonment, they were back to those grey corridors.
Valentine sighed at his now silver hair that he didn't like but left that matter to the side, aesthetics aren't as important in the netherworld... holding both of his wives' hands he moved forward, everything had ended.
One problem had ended, however, yet another brew.
"Faye, Vera... I have to talk to you about something important, but... I'll do it once we're back home." he said, not sounding either confident or unconfident, it was just a neutral proposition.
Lena guided their path through the white world from his mind, she knew exactly where that door was, having monopolised the entrance for milleniums.
