August, 2010.
Edwin unlocks the door to his and Charles' Camden flat. Years of supernatural detective work have been good to them; they share a building with the upper crust now, though their neighbours are largely insufferable.
He finds Charles in the living room, moving his counter on the Snakes and Ladders board with oven-mittened hands. He's sweating in long sleeves, every inch of his skin covered.
Their Christmas tree twinkles away in the corner absurdly.
"Charles, pray, why must you capitulate to Miss Surname-Von Hoverkraft whenever we watch her?"
Charles grins, pointing excitedly at his opponent. "Crystal's a medium!"
timestamp for the no hearse 'verse!















