"I don't have that kind of luck," Asher said as he laid unmoving, his words muffled against the pillow.

Although, vanishing from here didn't mean going home for him. To the best of his knowledge, he died, so leaving here just meant the end of the line. For good. There was nowhere for him to go but downstairs.

His hair didn't stand to fare all that well in that kind of humidity.

"Miss me?" Asher ventured, not quite smiling, but he did snort in a quiet bit of bitter laughter.