That evening, in the hospital's morgue, Theo finds himself naked on a metal table and much less dead than most people had been led to believe earlier.
In fact, he's feeling quite alive.
"Not really," says Theo, smirking a bit.
Conversation continues in this vein for a bit. Matt gets a nice recap of the various experiments they did.
And after a bit more than half an hour:
"It still looks like Matt's the one in magical love, here."
"Unless it was a trigger word… I mean, I'd guess either one of the herbs did it, somehow talking about vampiric features that I don't have – fangs was the topic at the time – or maybe something to do with the camera?" He shrugs.
Sadde snorts. "Yeah, I actually captured your soul with my phone, see, that's why."
He snorts. "Maybe it only works once per medium, so someone should try recording and then doing a portrait of me."
"D'you expect to have various different souls or something? A camera-soul and a portrait-soul and a recording-soul?"
"I don't expect to have a soul at all, actually, but I mean, Matt can try taking a photo of you instead and seeing if that captures my camera-soul from you." Snort.
"Sure, I guess," he shrugs. "Want me to be naked?" he asks Matt. "I bet nudes capture more of my soul."
He looks at Sadde, then says, "Nope." Shrug. "Still want to look at his pretty face in a way that slightly lessens when I squint at it, pretty sure that's like it was before."
"And I don't feel particularly in love with you, either," says Sadde. Then gets his phone and takes a picture of Matt. "Feel any different?"
"No? But then I wouldn't think I would, 'cause people probably would've noticed if human–human photo taking resulted in weird magical love." He looks at Theo. "… Still want to look at his face, though."
"Aaand should I take a photo of one of you, see if it's mysterious vampire camera-related shenanigans? I can go fetch an old phone if necessary?"
"Because I have no idea where my new one is because I lost it in the morgue along with all the other clothes I was wearing? They weren't in a cupboard or anything, and then I got distracted by the walls."
"Oh. ...why would your clothes be in the morgue, shouldn't they be sent to your mother at least or something?"
"I have no clue? Maybe they were, but she didn't mention them or anything and I was in the morgue at the time that I was looking and I haven't seen them neatly parceled up around here?"
"Fair enough, I guess. Well, you could use my phone to try I suppose, unless it has to belong to you or something."