Death expected to have a difficult time with Orda, but this was beyond even his ability to cope. What in the world was he going to do now. death slowly walked away, fading as he went, because he just didnt have the energy to wink out. Head slumped on his boney shoulder, hands swinging slowly at his sides, jungling as the finger bones met, shuffling his feet, cowl fluffling out with eac slow step. Death looked not so much like the scarey human version of tht proud entity as he did a little boy who knows his time is short and he has just been caught doing something bad. Suddenly he knew what to do! Why hadnt he thought of that before? He would go see his friend Melissa. she will know what to do. And with a much lighter and quieter step Deth winked out, to find his "friend", who by the way had forgotten all about meeting Death a year earlier.
