Later that afternoon, Thomas brought Inky to the funeral home for "a surprise".

"I'm very proud of this, Inky, especially since she was barely identifiable when I got her."

Inky's ear twitched. "It's Roxanne's corpse, isn't it?"

"Clever, aren't you?"

Inky rolled his eyes. "It's an obvious case of Chekov's gun."

For a funeral home, Infinity had a very home-y feel to it. Like a grandma's house, with dark furniture, couches with floral patterns, and vintage kishty decor. It reminded Inky of Alex's place, something that saddened him.

The home was empty, he and Thomas the only people there, allowing Inky to be outside his amulet. After corridors and corridors of dark green damask wallpaper, Thomas opened a door that said "Morticians only".

"Some people think "undertaker" isn't as respectable as "mortician", but they underestimate that fear often comes along with respect."

Inky nodded, not interested. He knew that already.

When Inky saw Roxanne's corpse, he was shocked at how life-like she looked. Like she was simply sleeping. She wore a long, black, frilly dress and her hair was down. Her makeup was pink and black, and her light brown skin still had a shine to it.

Seeing that Inky was both speechless and pure white, Thomas was proud. "It was a pain to get her like this, but it was worth it. Do you know how much the Jackson family are going to pay me for this?"

Inky was still stunned, and looked at Thom with wide eyes. "Was...was...magic...?"

"Absolutely." Thom saw how shaken Inky was. "Let's go back home. Oh, and don't tell Madelina."

Inky nodded, and ate a lot of strawberry ice cream to get his mind off of the girl. A pink demon eating pink ice cream to get his mind off of a pink killer.