Who: Michael and Del. There will sort of be two cameos, but not really. You'll see. When: Tonight-ish. Where: His hotel room. And briefly Azathoth's daemon-court at the center of everything, but only in memory. So technically just his hotel room. Warnings: Hmm...not sure how horrible I'm going to describe Azathoth's place. So, potentially, warnings for that. Actually probably warnings for that.
Michael sat propped up against the headboard of his cheap motel bed. The TV was on, but he wasn't really paying attention to it. His eyes gazed through it, out into the see of blackness that was the space between his last memory here before his disappearance and his first upon arriving back. There was something there, something that sent his heart into it's best impersonation of a machine gun, something that chilled his blood enough to make him shiver. He wondered if this was what it was like to be in a horror movie, and then was struck so fully by the irony of that thought that he erupted into a fit of laughter that could, just maybe, be described as hysterical.
A bottle of Skyy vodka sat on the nightstand, but it hadn't been touched. Something told him he'd need it later. He'd already held three internal debates in the last hour, trying to convince himself to forget all this and move on. Maybe it would have worked before, but now that he'd committed to it, it's like there was something inside that wouldn't let him break course now. Even though he deeply, deeply wanted to.
Drawing in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and began to think of Del. While thinking of Del would usually calm him, now it did nothing to ease his mind. Whatever was about to happen, he knew it would be a train wreck. He'd only agreed to go along with her because he wasn't going to let her face the train wreck alone. It was, after all, his memories that would be bringing the bad. At the same time, he couldn't stop thinking about that great yawning expanse in his mind, where the unknowable horror lurked just behind a locked mental door.
Finally steeling himself, he focused all his mind on Del. He was far from steeled, but it would be the best he could do. He had some remembering to do.