Will looked around the property as he walks to the door, wondering at how out of the way and rural it feels.<em>Have Marg and Reign brought us all out here to murder us and dump our bodies?</em><br/><br/>Chuckling, he shrugged it off and rang the doorbell.  Will decided that he would just have to drink enough to keep from feeling the knife when it went in.  He straightened the cuff of his button-down shirt a little, hoping he was dressed well enough for the occasion, and rocked on his heels as he waited.