The morning after is always terrible.

The morning after what doesn't really matter. Whether it was a night of stress, and pain, and terror or a night of love and warmth, or even just lust and debauchery. Come the morning after any significant event there will be consequences, and waking up marks the moment those consequences will have to be dealt with.

Kyle and the others woke up with consequences standing over them, holding groceries.

"WHAT is going on here?" Demanded the matronly woman who'd found them asleep in the hallway. The very normal hallway, in a no longer demonically possessed house. For a moment Kyle wondered if Abby had somehow aged twenty years, then it clicked that this must be Abby's mother. In his defense, his brain had been swizzled. Not as much as Abby's had, though she didn't show it. Much.

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"Oh hey mom, we were just...yeah."

"Are you high?" The older woman demanded. "Are there drugs? And was that BLOOD all over the entryway!?"

"No, mom, I'm not high," Abby said. "It's, uh, wow. Explaining things is hard."

"Can you do a memory erasing spell or something?" Kyle hissed to Tanya.

"No, those are really complicated," Tanya said. "Quick, convince her this was a party that got out of control!"

"What's going on?" Jenny asked, suddenly jerking awake. "Is the hallway still attacking!?"

It took...A WHILE to convince Abby's mother there wasn't any drugs after that. And then a little longer to convince her this wasn't an orgy, though to be fair she seemed more abused about the p

rospect of an orgy.