“My name is Chet!”
“Chet… chet… et…”
Chet scrambled back toward the small cave in the cliff-side. “You gotta try this, Drac. It’s awesome.”
Dracula fiddled with a carabiner and didn’t meet Chet’s eyes. “I cannot,” he said at last.
“What? C’mon, dude; you climbed up here. I know you’re not chicken.”
“No. I am not able. It is… it is like the mirrors. I have no soul. I have no reflection, for there is nothing to come back to me. There is only me.”
“Oh,” said Chet. “So what is it that’s calling me from out there?”