Well one thing Circe hadn't promised George was that they
couldn't be equals.both ring jeanies
essentially.
So Circe slowly rolled out of the crack and wiggled
under the locked door and
into George's room.
Death already stood waiting with his scythe and even
He was annoyed by Anna's antics
downstairs.
He ws hurry up and die so that
He could get out from all tht screaming
nd plate smashing.
As nother 1664 Charlesworth Butter Plate
"died" Death began to wonder if maybe he aught
to get another profession
as his hobby was collecting
Charlesworths.
George of course was too far gone by
this time
whenst
suddenly
a pain erupted from his
ring finger as a Ring
he had told to go out and smelt the roses
gripped that
finger
all too tightly.
"Oh My" were his last
words before the Ring sucked him
up
mind and soul.