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He vaguely knows Sharon from Westview years ago. He remembers her gardening as he and his brother looked for a dog. He remembers Sharon giving out suckers on Halloween night. He can only remember bits and pieces of her mind screaming.
It doesn’t scream anymore when he meets Sharon again. Instead, it’s a soft murmuring stream of thoughts and music lyrics. Despite Sharon’s concern when his “Aunt Agatha” was playing cops and robbers with him, Billy could read nothing of note. Even when the first trial starts, the wine does not make Sharon thoughts accessible to him.
A part of him hopes Sharon is getting mental shields as part of the coven. She did solve the riddle in less than a minute. However, as Sharon drinks more knowing the wine is poisoned, his hope starts to die.
Sharon Davis was not becoming a witch. Sharon is passed out on the couch probably stuck in one of the worst memories of her life.
That’s what Billy assumes, because he has almost no power compared to when he had lived less days alive than years. Had he been twelve? Thirteen? Billy didn’t keep track well after ten.
His brother could. They had the same body then, but Billy’s brother had a better understanding of his molecules. He also said time worked differently after getting his powers.
Billy shakes head out of his thoughts and continues his search for frankincense. He opens a closet and sees a bunch of tiny bottles on three shelves. The highest shelf is different, bar bells and a severed robotic head.
Billy doesn’t even look to see what version of his former father is there. Not even when it somehow turns on and makes a judgmental tsk.
“William, are you aware of the danger you have led this group to?”
Billy moves lower to check the next shelf. “You aren’t real, and if you are, then you’ve got some explaining to do.”
“Do not avoid the question.” Billy continued to ignore his hallucination (that he shouldn’t even be having because he didn’t drink the wine). “Billy, I know you miss our family, I miss (sigil) too, but you can’t stoop to your mother’s level. Hurting innocent-“
“I was innocent! My brother was innocent!We died!” Billy glares at the lowest shelf. The frankincense has to be on this shelf. The glow of the severed head turns a cool color and Billy has to remove bottles to read them.
“You were not real children,” Billy looked up to glare at the White Vision of nightmares, “just a manifestation of power.” White feet pushed all the bottles off the lowest shelf. Some hit Billy and ricochet to the closet floor. Others roll out into the room. “You would kill that whole coven to be a real boy?” Billy moves backwards, trying to scan labels as he goes. The white figure steps out from the closet, pushing bottles around, to stand over him. “Kill everyone to bring back the Scarlet Witch?”
Billy curses as he sees a certain bottle rolling. “For the record, I am a real boy.” Billy reaches out to stop the bottle with his leg. “I have real parents, Rebecca and Jeff Kaplan.” Billy sits up to grab the frankincense. “I’m going to find the other real boy,” he picks it up. “ and I’m going to finish the road with all of Agatha’s coven.”
Billy proceeds to stand up with the ingredient in hand and glares at the threat. Before he can do or say anything else, Billy hears kicking of sorts against the floor.
Billy turns his head to that sauna and can make out Alice on the floor surrounded by steam. He heads over to help Alice who must have been in something worse than his. As they leave for the kitchen, whatever version of Vision Billy saw is gone.