It's always there, the fear that one of them will disappear. So many already have -- Chloe, Eddie, his mom, all weighing heavy and dizzying when Will thinks about them too long. But not him. Not Shiro. Not yet.

Maybe with this, not ever. Not really.

Will nods, perking up with curiosity. "Is it a whole...ritual thing? Do we have to sacrifice a chicken?" Marshmallow, at the mention of ritual sacrifice, returns to corporeal form, poking his head around a corner.