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Quentin drunkenly sits by the fireplace and tells Angelique she made him a promise, and she owes it to him to keep it. He helped her, now she must help him! He sways around, pissed off. Laura comes in, asking if he's taken to talking to himself--a very bad habit. What are you doing Here? he demands. I'm going to be staying in the cottage, didn't Edward tell you? she asks. Yes, says Quentin, annoyed. Are you up to your old occult tricks? she asks--if you're imploring your own dark deities to get rid of me, you can forget it, she says. He walks toward her unsteadily. "You're dead," he says. She notes he's been drinking again, so she must really have him very worried. I saw you die in Alexandria, he says, his face an inch from hers. You imagined it, she insists. Quentin, pouting, says I didn't--you're dead, aren't you?--answer![/spoiler]