For the first time, Oussou noticed the others. He smiled at each as if they were a delightful treat. He stood on wobbly, borrowed legs. "My, I didn't know there would be an audience. Did you arrange this lover?"
"Not my doing," Masaka rested a hand against the energy. He smiled as he pressed harder. "Why are you here? Why the ride?"
"I miss you."
"I miss you, too."
"Late night soap opera," Pam whispered in Eric's ear. "How thrilling. Your man is very rugged when he wants to be."
Eric smiled as he stared at Harry. He rose to cross to the doorway. "What did the Reds offer you to kill me?"
"Life. Here on this plane."
"Oh, lover, it isn't possible for ours to stay." Oussou may have longed to touch his companion, but he didn't press forward. "We have work to be done."
"And I say I am done with work. Flesh and blood, undead heart, and I can stay." Masaka stared at Eric. "But they tricked me. I can't go back. Oussou, I'm trapped. Even if I wanted, I cannot go back until he's dead."