The bizarre impersonator of Death suddenly erupted into laughter, clutching his stomach as if my reaction was the funniest thing he'd ever seen, like it could be the death of him.
How stupid yet ironic at the same time!
It was just the two of us here in the In-Between. Even if I was finally in the presence of someone else in this abyss of darkness, I never felt so alone because the person standing before me was a stranger.
"That was quick!" He managed to say mid-laughter, wiping the stray tear of laughter down his left cheek. "I didn't expect you to notice the difference the moment I spoke!"
I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at him.
"My Death speaks with an American accent, while you..." I shook my head, fighting the urge to roll my eyes at the sheer stupidity of this fake Death. How idiotic to think he could masquerade as my Death without me even noticing! "You have a West Country accent!"
