Michale looked a bit pissed looking around before speaking again,"where the hell is my drink god damn it" He said slamming his hand on the table once more.Looking down at the shot glass below him filled with the drink he let out a soft "oh",Chugging the contents inside turning his head around.Hearing people talking he turned his head around to listen into the conversation."Witches?I have not seen them in a long time" He said thinking of Halloween of 1953 where he and Urian had fought and killed some who were killing the local children.

He wondered what and why the hell they would be here of all places.

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