There was a second of silence.
Then Atticus spoke.
"…Is there a way for the world to cross over to the next plane?"
Whisker smiled so wide, his sharp teeth flashed through the darkness.
Atticus's sharp gaze scanned him from head to toe, looking for even the slightest shift in expression. He still didn't fully trust Whisker.
In fact, he didn't trust him at all.
But he couldn't deny it, the information he was currently receiving was beyond valuable. At the very least, he would find out just what was happening.
But Whisker didn't even bother to hide it. His smile only stretched further across his face, his teeth gleaming like white fangs through the gloom.
"Ding ding ding!" Whisker chirped. "Once again, you're proving to the world why you're my star actor!"
Whisker looked thrilled, but Atticus was anything but. He was far from it, in fact.
Now it all made sense.
