Two nights later, at the apartment where Aiden resided, an old acquaintance made a long-overdue visit.
"It's been some time since we've met in person like this, Your Excellency," remarked the golden-haired girl as she greeted Aiden.
"I've been waiting for you, Miss 'Alice,'" Aiden said, greeting his guest at the door before shifting his gaze behind her. "This is the spare body."
A frail-looking boy stood there, his face a spitting image of Tony Dodge, except for his glassy, vacant eyes.
"The stuff you asked for, I've delivered," Alice... or rather, the witch at the apex, Abigail, nodded expressionlessly.
Aiden let Abigail in, while Tony Dodge had been waiting inside the room.
Today was the day Abigail had agreed to "deliver the goods"; she had prepared a new body for Tony Dodge. It wasn't very convenient for Abigail and Tony to meet in prison, so Aiden had changed the venue to his own home.
"He-hello! That is... uh..." he nervously greeted Abigail, "Miss... Abigail."
