Silly me. To think “completing the gift” would be a simple process of taking ownership. By simple, I mean like taking the car keys from the dealer. “Sign here, and here, and drop of blood here. Congratulations! Here’s your new trinket, fully equipped and ready to go!”
Bitch, please.
Horatio (as I call it publicly) pretty much lounged around in the dreamscape after that August day. Not really doing much but looking pretty on the shelf. I had overburdened myself with far too many projects, and since I didn’t know what to do with a disembodied skull, it just sat there.
Until a few weeks ago.