Eno materialized in a dark bedroom. He took a few steps to the bed and looked at Juno's hideous face without batting an eyelid. Eno felt relieved to be let off with only losing a hair strand.
"So? Watcha need?"
Juno propped herself up with difficulty.
"Ask Emma how I keep this body alive until my story finishes."
Eno dragged a chair to the bed and took a seat, his legs outstretched and his arms crossed.
"And why should I?"
Juno narrowed her eyes,
"Go and ask her."
Eno laughed,
"That's not possible; I'm busy."
Juno sighed and searched for a position that would not hurt,
"My life force is somehow poisoning me."
Eno was already informed, and he was also aware that Juno had even less interest in these things than he had. So it was expected of her not to know the ins and outs of the corrupted and toxic life forces.
"I really should have chosen someone else." She mumbled.
