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Connor had no idea what time it was. Not that it meant anything to him. As a soul collector, he existed outside of time and space. He glanced downward at Harley, who was fast asleep. The lake and its surrounding area were already deserted, and he and Harley were the only people left.
He was startled out of his reverie when he felt Harley stirring. He chuckled when the young man opened both eyes and squinted at him.
“Good evening, sleepyhead.”
Harley yawned. “Hey. What time is it?”
“No clue. You look well-rested now.”
Harley beamed at him. “I had the best sleep ever. Your thigh makes for an excellent pillow.”
Connor let out a guffaw. “Thanks. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Harley chortled. “You’re welcome. Should we leave for home now?”