Trevor just sat there as Marcus had confirmed that he was indeed death. Marcus had left the bar after telling his that if he ever had need of him he would be a the voodoo shop. Trevor sat there motionless for a moment, he could not believe what just happened, but at the same time he did believe it. Death was here, in this small town, and Trevor had just had a face to face encounter with him. He grabbed his drink and he downed it in one gulp, ordering another one immediately. He gulped that one down as quickly as the first before he stood, he had to take a deep breath in order to keep his entire body from shaking. He quickly made his way out of the bar and to the nearest hotel, he payed for a room at the front desk, passing by a human girl as he did so, but he was in such a state that he made no notice of her. He walked up to his room and entered it, he removed his jacket,shirt and the holsters that held his pistols, he tried to come to terms with what just happened.<span style="font-style: italic">Death was here, and I had talked to him</span>Trevors very soul was shaken, and fell into a restless night's sleep.