Re: Dream: Janus/Atticus
It was Janus, that was certain. Sure as the Marley's were dead to begin with, it was him. It was just that what he was, all of that wasn't physical. It was one of the things Michael would not have understood.
"Not in my day," he said. "Not that our parents wouldn't have preferred it, you know. You're thinking of WWII. Nobody questioned that one. 'Go get 'em boys,' was what it was."
Jock-Janus' eyes narrowed. "Fucking bottom-feeders. It get in your head?" He stood up on his loafers and approached, not direct, but soon, like it was in dreams. He put out two palms expectantly.