Charon was in the gym and had already ruined umpteen punch bags, she swore loudly when the doorbell rang.

"F*CK SAKES!! Who the hell in their right mind comes disturbing decent law abiding citizens at this time of night!!"

She continued to mutter under her breath as she made her way down the long sweeping staircase. She swore again.

"If its f*cking jehovah witnesses I swear...!!!"

She was hacked off in no uncertain terms. As she stomped down the stairs she glanced out of one of the windows and noticed the mist, then she grinned her earlier anger forgotten. She reached the door and hauled it open and screeched at the top of her voice.

"WEEELLLLLLL Come in UNCLE DARKSPADE!!! Nice to see you bought plenty of mist with you, feel free to float in."

Darkspade glared at her coldly, suspiciously. Charon sensed it also. She stood back from the door and showed both her hands in a sign of trust. Darkspade eyed her in distrust but moved forward slowly and elegantly while looking round all the time.

"What brings you here then? Wouldn't have thought you'd grace this place with anything other than a large nuclear missile. Miss me did you?"

She tilted her head thoughtfully.

"Or does news travel faster than I thought? I guess you heard I want a divorce from Morty boy."

They stared at each other, Charon waited for a reply.