"You know I will, brother," Zira said with a nod. He could spend hours, days even, in a shop such as this one. Just being inside the walls, he felt a bit homesick for the shop he'd left behind in his London.
"The last year has been something of a roller coaster ride with ups and downs, highs so high it would take your breath, and lows so low that it must have been impossible to go any lower." Zira had changed his face since the summer, when he'd gone away with Crowley. He'd gone back to the one he'd favored most, with the long hair and the smooth skin, the blue eyes and the wiry frame.
"What of you, Meph? How is life treating you these days?" Zira did not wish to talk about specifics of the year past. As far as he was concerned, it was over and done, and the fact he'd come back solo was a testament to that fact.