"Nah, he's gone," Cain said with a large shrug. He watched where they were going, adopting the same sort of aimless walk as Skulduggery. He knew it well enough himself, there was no need to do anything but follow where his feet felt like taking him; he did know, however, that it was easier to do with company of the same mindset. That Skulduggery had apparently not managed to get himself updated yet said more than anything else, really. "Tu Vishan might have gone with him. But hey, on the bright side, now we have mafia."

"Do dirt naps last longer than our regular mortal naps?" he asked. It was lighthearted, but the lack of Skulduggery for the better part of a week after waking and his apparent ignorance was enough to fill the gaps, and Cain was more than capable of insatiable curiosity. "Or is this to do with the grave party?"