“I didn’t say I wanted to die now. But I would like to know that it’s a possibility.”
“Of course it is,” says Death.
“How would I go about it?”
“You were changed with a potion. The right potion will return to a normal human life.”
“Potions. I’ve tried an endless parade of godforsaken potions.”
“Try more.”
Vidocq frowns and stares at the far wall. I guess that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. I let go of Death’s arm.
“Samael, an angel, says something is trying to take your place.”
Death nods.
“Of course. There must be a Death, therefore there will be one.”
“You don’t seem too concerned.”
“I’m very concerned, but what can I do in my current state?”
“I wonder what would happen if we got you two together.”
“I suspect one of us would destroy the other.”
“You think so?”
“I doubt the universe could survive or would permit more than one Death.”
“Too many yous does sound like a drag.”
Death twists his arm around, looking at the underside.
“I think I do remember something,” he says. “I’ve been thinking about the brand.”
“What about it?”
“I don’t know what it is. But I’m sure I’ve seen it on some souls. Ones that didn’t want to move on.”
“You mean ghosts.”
“Yes.”
“A branded soul?” says Vidocq.
Death nods.
“The mark was only on a few, but it was there.”
Vidocq and I look at each other, neither sure what to make of that information.
Death starts looking uncomfortable. I want a cigarette, but I have a drink instead.
“So, you know any funny jokes or stories?” I say. “Something you and the other angels giggle about around the watercooler.”
Death looks at the floor, then at me.