"It's not going anywhere you know." Uttered Death as he watched Eliza feverishly consume the burger. To look upon Death was like looking at a mirage. His form flickered with intangibility, straining the eyes. "Come now. You were raised better than that. Remember what you were taught as a child." Said Death smugly, sliding a neatly folded handkerchief across the table, laying it beside the plate in front of Eliza. "My the world sure does change quickly doesn't it?" Taking another bite and setting the burger down on a paper towel, Death gently wiped his hands on a hankerchef in his lap and continued. "One minute your enjoying life in a house like this one with a family to match, the next winds you up in the alley of a house like this one with the most unlikely of allies. How rubbish that must be, don't you think dear?" The small teacup that dried next to the sink had moved in a blink to the table next to Death's hand, filled with an auburn liquid that smelled of honey and earl grey.