Terry was splattered in a mass of hair and guts all over the amulet. "dammit!" Dave cursed. He slowly and methodically cleaned up his dead spider friend, and now looked at the amulet more closely. He saw it was faintly pulsing black, and was cold to the touch despite being out on his nightstand all day. He was angry and sad for the death of his beloved friend, but had no idea what to make of it. He couldnt have spontaneously exploded all over the nightstand, right? So what was it then? He was tired now, and would think about it more in the morning.

Dave sat bolt upright in a cold sweat. He looked at his digital clock on the nightstand and saw it was only 3:56. He had been asleep for not quite four hours and had already had a terrible nightmare. He dreamed he was walking down a long hallway to meet someone. Someone important. He had the amulet in his pocket for some reason. As he walked the hallway seemed to grow longer and longer and stretch on for eternity. Then, a door opened and something came out. Something huge and bristly, with eight legs and fangs. The immense version of Terry leaped towards him, and suddenly he was watching himself get attacked from somewhere above his dream self. Then, a tall man wearing all black came towards him, and made a sort of clicking noise to the spider, which immediately skittered back through the door it came from. The man knelt down, took the amulet from his pocket, and shot him in the head.

Dave had no idea what the dream meant, but it was all so real...so vivid. It would be hours before he got to sleep again.

The first place Del went after leaving Maurice's office was the Temple. The Temple was an underground strip club