"Good. So, I'm not crazy." was the male's response to her shock. The time had come for them to face their fate. Now, it was life or death- for real this time. There were no do overs, or second chances. Sandal wasn't coming to save them and Mary was scared of Webster. It was just Kiara and Vincent who had to fight not just Webster, but his assistant too. He stepped back as she slammed the door, and then he leaned against it, turning his attention to Mary. "Of course we're in trouble Kid. Didn't you hear our story? We did say we had to fight Webster. Heh, isn't that trouble enough?" 

Vincent listened to the sounds of the black sand rushing closer and closer. He walked away from the door, pulling Kiara along as well to stand by the bed. The farther away they were from the negative sand, the safer they were. 

"Uh, I don't think...demanding is the...best way.." His voice went unheard and he sat on the bed next. 

After Kiara suggested what she wanted and Mary turned it down, Vincent thought. "Well... You say Webster's scary, and he's probably the strongest one. Do you think you can deal with Webster's er, what? Pet?" He decided not to try and think too much on accuracy. 

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Rebel had stood by, watching the black sand consume everything in its reach. It was quite a thing to watch, although it was better midday when people didn't expect it. His attention turned to Webster with a slight frown. "Angel of Death? I haven't met one." Hopefully, this death angel wouldn't hinder any of their plans. That wouldn't be swell at all. 

"Is this a good or bad thing?" He inquired his thoughts aloud. "If I recall, we can't kill the Angel of Death." 

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"I don't believe those two are immortal- well at least not the other one. Webster might be. So, how does that sound? Or...you could always cause some sort if distraction so we can escape." Vincent laid back on the bed, waiting for them to suggest more things.