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Ethan was in the bar, nursing a whiskey.  Nights like this always was hard for him.  A new place and new time seems like a haven but the dreams. . .by God the dreams of the past kept him up at night and he hates it.  So while he sipped his whiskey, trying to calm never he smelt a familiar scent and turns to face it. . .no not it.  Him

“Oh dear. . .I am not a fan of the corndog.”  Aziraphale said as he cuts off the piece he ate and feeds it to a dog looking up at him.  

Rock Creek Park. . .probably the only place that reminds him a bit of. . .well where he was before.  “Stupid. . .place !”  He hissed and threw a fireball at a bunch of logs he gathered, creating a fire so he can cook the animal he hunted.  

"Oh shit !”  Ethan exclaimed to himself.  He almost forgot it’s the full moon but he’s been feeling antsy and snappy all day and now it clicked.  

“You in Dorian ?”  He called as he entered the male’s home. 

“What prize do ya want.  I’ll win it fer ya.”  The Texan said 

“My God, how is this possible . . .”  The prince stood frozen as he read the newspaper.  He was first astounded that it looks like a bigger Gazette but he read the year and his blood ran cold.  “Well. . .”  He licks his lips.  “Guess brother dearest can now rule with a little peace of mind.”  He said and put the newspaper down. 

“No !  I am not leaving this dumpster !  If I can’t find Woody I can find my home.”  Trash doesn’t leave him