Lingering GhostsSummary: Washington has a conversation with an old friend, and makes a decision.
Washington didn’t immediately realize that it was a dream.
Well, maybe he did; it didn’t seem to be all that pressing, though, so he let the knowledge fade into the background. Besides, it was such a novelty for his dreams to not feature blood and fire and the death of his friends, so he let it continue on without kicking up a fuss.
Until he heard the sound of a polite cough.
So far, there had been complete silence in what he thought might have been a nightclub at some point. It was bright, though, and clean—far cleaner than any club or bar he’d ever been to in the past—and empty. It was completely devoid of life. Completely devoid of anything, actually. No people, no furniture, not so much as ambient noise.
It was quite relaxing, actually. More than calm, it was serene.
And then that sudden cough had come from behind him, so Washington turned… and felt like legi