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He nodded slowly, his brows furrowing. "Yeah, Avice, I... I remember the ship, and the mission, and our house and our babies, and... God. Avice,...
"Well, you obviously didn't know," he said, scurrying up to her leg. "So, no harm done. Hey, can I get a ride?"
"Is that a yes?"
She chuckled, kissing his cheek. "For now."
She laughed, not the least bit unsettled by his gaze. "That's true, but cut me some slack; apparently, I don't know a lot of things I'm supposed...
He studied her, almost hungrily. "I..." His voice was hoarse and he shook his head. "I remember. I remember everything."
"I don't. I've had it with me for a while. I don't remember where I got it. But something clicked in my head when I saw you walking home. I was...
"Stay."
"I suppose I'll have to trust you."
"A demon? But you didn't get mad when I asked about your hands," she said, raising one eyebrow. "That's not very demonlike."
Jack was standing there, his blue eyes wide. The sleeve on his shirt was torn, and he had a cut on his cheek, but seemed otherwise unharmed.
He hesitated before shaking his head. "I don't know," he said again. "I had an instinct to give that to you."
"Stay with me."
"People change, Craw."
She laughed despite herself, shaking her head. "That's crazy. And what about you? Are you, like... I don't know. Are you God?"
There came a hurried knock on her door.
"You can step around puddles," he replied, trotting next to her. "It's much harder for me to move around than you."
"Oh, come now, Draesling, don't be like that."
She grinned at him, her thumb brushing his cheekbone. "The guys. They all promise that they're different only for one person, and then they turn...
She laughed slightly, ducking her head. "So I just met the Grim Reaper?"
