Truly not one of the best Thin Lizzy songs out there, but it's a fun one, and Skulduggery can hardly pass up the chance for a deep cut on the karaoke machine. And he might as well pay some sort of homage to the second death of Phil Lynott. The wax figure was even more artificial than Friday, but it had just gotten the hang of singing Jailbreak all by itself, and it didn't deserve to be disintegrated like the rest of the Sanctuary.

God. How is he even meant to deal with that? How will he deal with it? The entire seat of magic in Ireland has collapsed in on itself and he has no idea how they'll handle it.

The middle guitar solo is significantly reduced, to a point that Skulduggery is almost offended out of his reverie, but he manages to keep to the beat. "--Tell her I'm keeping fine, will you tell her that I love her, and I'll try to write sometime?" Even with China frowning slowly at him, like he's the one who ruined a perfectly good guitar solo.

The lyrics are an easy fade-out from there, and he lets it go without a fight. As the music fades off into the usual comedy club silence, he turns his head to look at Darcy. She's been watching him, he knows; but he also knows if he tells her what's wrong, she won't let him continue with this pretense.

Instead, he holds the microphone out for her. "Would you like to take a turn? It's fun." And cathartic! He already feels a little better.