“Aaaargh!” Pier recoiled from Simon as if he had been burned. “Horrifying! Utterly horrifying! The son of my dearest friend and my sworn enemy! How can this be possible…!” It was the first time Simon had ever seen Pier so flustered. A mischievous impulse struck him. Clearing his throat, he did his best impression of his mother’s voice. “Darling—dinner is ready!” “Gaaaaah! Stop! Stop it! The nightmares! The nightmares are returning! Get out of my head!” Simon clutched his stomach, roaring with laughter at the sight of Pier’s torment. It was the perfect revenge for having to listen to his father’s embarrassing history. Somehow, he felt this would bring him and the ancient skeleton closer.