Terrence stopped by the duty free perfume and cosmetics shop to smell some of the latest men’s fragrances. He had always had a keen smelling sense and perfume was one of his secret passions. He could tell almost any cologne that a person was wearing, and when he couldn’t, he had to stop that very person and ask her or him. He had a perfume atlas in his head, categorized by colors and warmth. The one he was smelling right now, Ouija, by Poe & Friends, was dark blue and cold. He actually liked it. Quite a lot. It reminded him of his soul, if he had one. It would smell exactly like this. When he stood in front of the cash register, he suddenly felt strange buying his own soul.