[Zack's hand light touches her cheek to wipe the tears away. He uncurls his fingers to touch her hair. Even though the gloves, he can still feel her warmth. He knows he's not dreaming.]
Alright. Lead the way.
[Carrying the basket with one arm, he holds her hand with the other. Home sounds like a great place to be even if the place is different. At least he's not left to uncertainty in his death.]
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Alright. Lead the way.
[Carrying the basket with one arm, he holds her hand with the other. Home sounds like a great place to be even if the place is different. At least he's not left to uncertainty in his death.]
I'm not in any trouble, am I? It's been 4 years.