While Drew was debating his future with Chesterfield, Lewis, Kate and Oswald sat crouched under the spiraling rings in the centre of the Mimi-faced rotating circle.
          "Why is Drew taking so long?" Kate ranted.
          "I’d like to tell you but I’m kinda concerned about having my head decapitated right now," Lewis spat.
          "I feel ill," Oswald groaned.
          "This is the last time I ever offer to help Drew with anything…period," Lewis continued.
          "I need to pee," Kate breathed.
          "Ewwwwww," Oswald and Lewis groaned together.
          "Hey Lewis, the Canadian looks pretty worried…I think he’s praying for you," Oswald giggled, motioning over to where the Canadian was perched on the edge of his chair, mumbling under his breath.
          "Shut up or I’ll make you the 13th ghost," Lewis hissed.
          "Hold on, am I missing something here?" Kate piped up.
          "The Canadian likes Lewis…he’s been following us around like a lost puppy all night," Oswald grinned.
          Kate bit her lips and tried not to giggle but eventually both she and Oswald couldn’t hold it in any longer.
          Lewis let out a heavy sigh.