Arriving near his shop, Noah sighed loudly as the day's events pressed heavily on his shoulders.
The funeral had left him contemplating mortality in ways he'd never expected in this world.
Surprisingly, once the sun set, the weather became very cold.
Sin City's nights carried a chill that seemed to penetrate bone, making Noah grateful for his shop's warmth.
Clink.
His shop door closed behind him with its familiar sound, sealing out the cold air and wrapping him in the gentle glow of Moon, and the twin stars.
The Demonica Moonburghs pulsed with their usual bioluminescence, creating an atmosphere of comfort.
It's to head back to Earth. Check on the new house, maybe grab some groceries too.
As he prepared to step through the portal, sharp knocking echoed through the shop.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Noah's eyes turned toward the door with curiosity rather than fear.
