“Wait one frakkin’ minute you gorram bastard!” Simon shrieked in Oz’s face, splattering with spittle. Blake jerked his arm back, sharply.

“He’s sorry, Oz,” Blake said. “He doesn’t know what he’s doing. Jesus Christ, kid -“

“Exactly! Jesus frakkin’ Christ! Where is he?”

“What?” Blake was so taken aback he dropped Simon’s arm, and Simon flew up in Oz’s angelic face again.

”’And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and behold a white horse; and when he had opened the second seal, there went out another horse that was red; and when he had opened the third seal, I beheld, a black horse; and when he had opened the fourth seal, I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.’ Four seals. Four gorram seals opened by the Lamb Of God, not by some gorram succubus! You think I’m stupid?”

Blake’s jaw dropped.

“Oz…” he said. “What the Hell is going on here?”