Augustus kept up a constant commentary with Gray, while he did he mentioned the odd image of Fein on the subway train and Gray stood up straight, oddly quiet.

"You still there Gray?"

His suspicions grew but it wouldn't do to tell Augustus, he needed to stay focussed.

"Yes, stay focussed. Whats happening now?"

Augustus chuckled.

"Well, not so surprisingly I'm now wandering around Death Manor which feels a bit weird. There are things they haven't got quite right but then those would be things you'd notice only if you lived in a place I guess."

He was fairly impressed but the walls were too straight, the decoration too well arranged and it had no real depth or texture. The real Death Manor was full of surprises, it was old, it creaked and it exuded a feeling of safety. Augustus resumed his search for the stupid dog, he figured he was supposed to follow it but his instinct told him it might be a deliberate ploy to lead him away from the thing he desired the most, like killing the queen bitch. The very thought of Lillith made certain emotions spring forward, hate being the the most prominent and there was something about the image of Fein which made him feel distrustful of the man. He knew that both his mother and father trusted him but he did not, he had no idea why but his subconscious would not allow him to access that particular memory.

He was now tiring of the search for the dog and headed for where the front door should take him out into the massive estate, as he opened the door another weird fog rolled up and as he stepped through it he emerged into Castle Mortis, still his subconscious wouldn't let him remember but his physical self knew where he was and he knew his way round this place only too well. He talked constantly to Gray.

"I'm now in Castle Mortis, I got tired of looking for the dog and I know I've been here before, I just don't remember."

Gray was simultaneously talking to Augustus, watching the screen and trying to reach Charon on her cellphone but she wasn't answering. He punched the cancel call button hard and cursed under his breath.

"Augustus, be wary now. If Mortismere is behind this charade then any image of him might be real."

Augustus made a note of how Gray had ignored his comment on remembering being there before, both his parents had a habit of doing that too. He watched the programmed images wandering past as he made his way to a room he knew in his head was called the throne room...