The Good, The Bad, And The Uncanny Part 18

"I was hoping you could tell me, Tommy. Do you remember the Lilith War?"

"h.e.l.l, yes! There was a mob ... out of their minds, swarming all over me, trying to kill me. There was no way to escape, so ... I used my special gift and made myself existential. Neither one thing nor another, neither here nor there, living or dead. It saved me from the mob, but in that existential state I drifted out of reality, or turned sideways from it ... and became enduringly uncertain. In reality, but not of it."

"A soft ghost," I said.

"Yes ... I drifted through connecting dimensions, lost as any other soft ghost, set adrift from my moorings in the Nightside by what I'd done to myself. I saw seas on fire, under howling moons. I saw a dark labyrinth where the dead made candles out of the living. I saw men and women screaming in agony as they were burned alive in gigantic wicker men, under a b.l.o.o.d.y sun, at the orders of a great castle full of knights in terrible armour. Someone in that awful world opened a door into our reality, and I followed them through it, un.o.bserved. But even though I was back in the Nightside at last, I still couldn't change the state I was in.

"Ever since, I've been collecting people I knew and making them like me. Sometimes just to keep me company, sometimes to save their lives when they were in danger. I made them existential, too, made them soft ghosts like me. I was too far gone to realise what a terrible thing I was doing. It's been a long time since I could think this clearly. I've been drifting back and forth for what seems like forever, reaching out to people I thought I recognised, trying to get their attention ..."

It was only then I remembered the soft ghost who'd been following Larry and me around all night, plucking at our sleeves, calling out to us. All the time we'd been looking for Tommy Oblivion, he'd been right there with us, closer than we thought.

Hadleigh was suddenly there, a solid presence standing firmly in the midst of the soft ghosts. They all turned to focus on him, attracted by his certainty like moths to a flame.

"Well done, John," he said. His voice was everywhere, permeating the uncertain scene. "Now that you've made contact with Tommy, I can help you bring him back to reality. Make him real and solid and certain again."

"And all the others, too," said Tommy, his voice clear. "Not only the ones I'm responsible for; all of them. I can't leave anyone here, like this."

"Of course, Tommy," said Hadleigh. "Everyone gets to go home. That's what I do; that's what I'm here for. I had to wait until John and Larry were working together because I needed both of them to do this. You've located Tommy, John; but you don't have the power to bring him back. I can open a door between this place and the Nightside; but I can't directly affect Tommy, or any of the others. Only Larry can do that, because he's neither one thing nor another. Neither living nor dead, strictly speaking, a man suspended between two states of existence. But now, John, hang on to Tommy. I've opened the door. Larry, bring us home!"

I could sense Larry's presence, cold and sharp like an unsheathed blade. I could feel him reaching out to us; and Tommy and Hadleigh and I reached back. And just like that we were all back in the Cheyne Walk approach, real and solid. Tommy looked about him, wide-eyed, grinning uncontrollably. Larry punched the air with one grey fist. Hadleigh folded his arms across his chest and nodded slowly to himself I s.n.a.t.c.hed the device off my head, and immediately my thoughts were my own again and the world was happily limited. I shuddered briefly and tucked the device away inside my coat.

A whole crowd of new people stood around us, solid and real and aware again for the first time in G.o.d alone knew how long. Some were laughing; some were crying; others sat down hard and hugged themselves tightly, as though afraid they might drift away again. Larry suddenly hugged Tommy, actually lifting him off his feet.

"All right, yes, I'm glad to see you again, too!" said Tommy, breathlessly. "Now, put me down before you break something! You never did know your own strength, even before you died. And b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, you're cold."

"Circulation problems," Larry said solemnly. "Good to have you back, Tommy."

"Good to be back. d.a.m.n, look at them. I didn't know there were so many of them ..."

There had to be at least a hundred men and women, lost souls with their lives and ident.i.ties finally restored. I recognised some of the faces. Larry and I had been talking about them earlier; familiar faces from the Nightside scene who hadn't been seen in quite a while. Strange Harald the Junkman, in his a.s.sorted rags and tatters, asking plaintively if anyone had seen his horse. Bishop Beastly, splendid in his great scarlet cape, calling on all the spirits of the earth and air to avenge this slight to his dignity. Lady d.a.m.nation, with her corpse-pale face and fierce green eyes, licking her dark lips, eager to be about her nasty business again. Sister Igor, delicious as ever. Salvation Kane, gaunt and saturnine in his drab Puritan garb, glaring at everyone. Mistress Murmur, in a long pink ball gown, carrying a blood-soaked hatchet, as though she'd been interrupted in the middle of something. And many more besides, good and bad and somewhere in between, long gone and long thought lost. Not all of them Tommy's fault, by any means.

We'd brought them all home, every lost soul of them.

"All right," said Tommy. "Enough of the hugging, Larry! We were never that close. Thank you. I want to know what's happened while I was away. Where's Lilith, for starters? Did we win?"

"We won," I said. "She's gone; and she won't be coming back."

Tommy blinked at me, heard something in my voice, and decided not to pursue it. "How long have I been gone? Feels like years ... Like being caught forever in one of those horrible dreams where you try and talk to people, but they can't see or hear you ..."

"That's all over," Larry said firmly. "I'm taking you back home, to Mum and Dad. They've been worried. They'll look after you, put you back on your feet again."

Tommy pulled a face. "You know very well I hate being fussed over. Mum'll try and feed me up, and Dad'll nag me about getting a proper job."

"All the comforts of home," said Larry. "You're back, so be grateful. Or I will slap you one, and it will hurt. Hadleigh? What about you? Think you could find time in your busy schedule for a home visit?"

"Why not?" said Hadleigh. "Just for a while. I could use a little downtime."

"Well, well," I said. "The Oblivion Brothers, together again for the first time. Let the Nightside tremble, and evildoers cower in their lairs."

"I've got this slap in my pocket I still haven't used yet," said Larry.

"Hold everything," I said. "What about all these other returnees? We can't walk away and leave them here. They're going to need a lot of help and support, fitting into their old lives again or making new ones."

"Not my business," said Larry.

"Or mine," said Hadleigh. "My work here is done. Thanks to you, John."

And he looked meaningfully at me. I knew what he meant, and swore under my breath. In the past I would have contacted Walker, and he would have arranged care and comfort for these people. He might also have killed a few if he thought they needed killing ... But there wasn't any Walker any more, thanks to me. Which meant ... it was up to me to do something. Because there wasn't anyone else. The world has a way of arranging what it wants, and to h.e.l.l with what we want. I'd have to take up Walker's old position, for a while, because I didn't have it in me to turn my back on people who needed help. That was why I'd become a private investigator in the first place, after all. Because there'd been no-one there to help me, when I needed it.

I'd take the position. Only until the Authorities could find someone better suited.

"I'll phone Julien Advent," I said. "Have the new Authorities send some people down here."

"Where's Walker?" said Larry. "Why isn't he here?"

"Walker has gone to the Devil," I said.

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