~Character Chat~

"What is a unicorn?"T.Mor asked, only half paying attention.

"I WANNA BE WITH YOU AND MAKE BELIEVE WITH YOU AND LIVE IN HARMONY HARMONY OH LOVE!!" Riddle sang at the sound of the word unicorn. It still sounded like death warmed over.

"Riddle, save my soon-to-be-dead-again-ears-from going death." Andrew sighed.

"But...I love that videogame..." Riddle said, dissappointed.

"How long until."T.Mor couldn't even muster the energy to finish his sentence.

"Not good," he muttered, putting the liquid in a vial and handing it to Andrew. "Drink up."

"Will it hurt?" asked Andrew.

"How am I supposed to know?!"

((Riddle...you're amazing xD))

Izzy was barely starting to stir.
"Whassis about...Robot Unicorn...Attack...?" she slurred, hardly audible. "Heard...th' song..."

"She's awake!" Liz yelped.

((Riddle: Thank you? I try to fit a gallon of awesome sauce in every meal...Sometimes it just won't fit though...))

"IZZY! You appreciate my words!!!" Riddle called happily.

(Is T.Mor back in reality yet? Or is he still a ghost? Didn't want to assume.)

(Still a ghost...Andrew's reluctant to drink it

"Erm. Groan." T.Mor groaned pointedly. He normally wouldn't but thought that maybe Andrew needed reminding.

Andrew looked at Ezra," What do I do?"

"Drink it, say you wanna change back, and hope it works."

"CHUG IT CHUG IT!!!" Riddle prompted somewhat awkwardly, as she still couldn't move enough to see him properly.

Andrew frowned, "Nice knowing ya mate." He drank the liquid. He cried out in pain, dropping the vial which smashed.

"SAY YOU WANT TO SWITCH BACK!!"

"I want to switch back?" T.Mor didn't think he was doing it right, but Hey. Ezra knew his magical crap right?

"NO ANDREW!!!"

"Make it stop!" he screamed. "I wanna go back!"

And then suddenly...T.Mor. T.Mor was solid. Sitting on the floor, solidly, with his solid head on his solid (if terrifyingly bony) arm. "Holy crap." T.Mor muttered, noticing the dissolution of the concussion force headache. "I'm back...AND NOT DEAD!" He cracked a grin.

"YAY!! This was a triumph! I'm making a note here...HUGE success." Riddle was singing again.

Andrew groaned, "That felt like crap."

"NO WHINING!!! THE PLANE IS TOO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND. It has a low IQ...Remember? Don't make it feel bad." Riddle said.

"Riddle, shut up. Man. It's so good to say that and have you hear me..."T.Mor said, still grinning.

"Make me." Riddle taunted.

"Sybek Remember? Shut up or you could die. For realz." T.Mor told her seriously.

"Still doubt it...but FINE." Riddle made a point of yelling the last word, just to get under T.Mor's skin.

"No it felt like....my insides were burning..."

"oh. You might want to say when you're whining and when you're just burning in pain...I need to know the difference..."Riddle said flatly. She was slowly becoming less gravelly.

Andrew shot Riddle a look she couldn't see, "Well Riddle they were."

"I'm not saying I don't believe you, I'm just saying that you sounded whiny." Riddle said, with a surprising amount of common sense.

"You drink the swearword poison then!"

"Ok." Riddle said simply.

"Nevemind," sighed Andrew.

"You okay?" asked Liz, putting a hand on his shoulder.

They're close... Peter thought. Very close... He paused. Below the ground!