Chapter 8

“Uh, Dru?” Scott frowned. “We don’t actually exist, remember?”

A leafy eyebrow rose on Dru’s face. “It’s the present. Of course we exist. Where else wouldwe exist?” Dru crunched into the cookie and hummed his pleasure.

“So…” Scott’s eyes darted around the room. “We can be seen?”

“Umm, no.” Dru said, as if it were the most ridiculous concept he’d ever heard, then returned his attention to his munching.

Scott put a hand on his hip and pursed his lips. “So, say someone walks in right this second. They see what? A hovering cookie slowly disappearing?”

Dru rolled his eyes. “Well, that would just be reckless on my part, now wouldn’t it? Of course not.”

“So, let me get this straight.” Scott crossed his arms. “We exist, but we don’t.”

“Correct.”

“How in the fuck is that even possible?”

Dru looked up and clucked his tongue. “Magic. Do try and keep up with the program, okay? Oh!” Dru’s face brightened. “The show’s about to start.”