“This is dumb,” Malcolm complained while looking through some of the old books Mrs. Porter had shown them, “What do we even expect to find here?”
“Well, for starters, a way to get back into our own bodies ... unless you enjoy wearing pantyhose and preparing for retirement,” George replied, “Well, everyone except for me, I guess. I don’t have an old body to go back to.”
“Maybe you’ll go into your dead body, and we’ll all get Tiffany back.”
George gave a glare at Malcolm’s rude comment; Malcolm realized he probably crossed a line.He tried to correct himself, “I’m sorry. I just miss Tiffany, and wish we could hae have her back. But I don’t think we’re going to get anywhere with these books It’ll take a million years to read all of them!”
“We can narrow it down by title. Look for anything about magic or the occult or something like that.”
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