Joe took the paper with more internal hesitation than he would ever, ever admit to. Man, he spent half his life dealing with dreams, his own and other people's, and it took a fucking lot to shake him. But here he was, shook at hell.
Frowning slightly, he scanned his eyes over the recreation of the charm web William had created and tried not to shudder. Even in facsimile, it was evil as hell and Joe didn't want to touch it. But there had to be a reason and he wasn't going to pussy out now. He looked and looked, then reached over and picked up the quill, making a few small adjustments here and there.
"I think this is it," he said, passing it back to William. He had the urge to wipe his fingers on his robes.