Charles nodded and went to the wall to move the case. It was to do something with this nervous energies too. His breath still came a little shirt after that slam, and his ear was still ringing. But they did it.

He turned to look at Edwin, seeing him taking off the jacket. He looked knackered, in the wrong way too. Almost like that first night they got their lives back. A hint of guilt gripped Charles about it, as always when he saw Edwin hurting.

"Then don't write them, yeah?" Charles said, rubbing his shoulder without him even noticing. "Go and rest. Lay down," he said, walking to him. "I'll..." he started but he trailed off. He suddenly wondered how long they had in these bodies. "When... when does the spell end?"