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He hobbled over to his work bench, sitting heavily in his chair and beginning to work.
"Water," she said, looking down at him. "Do you want some?"
His brow furrowed and he watched her. "I'm not him," he said after a moment, his voice low. "I'm not your husband. I just look like him."
"No coffee grounds or anything."
"I could invent a way I died. I died... turning into a flying dragon! See? That would be badass."
He laughed slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe. We'll see how you get on."
She pulled away from him after a moment, standing up.
He looked over at her suddenly, his brow furrowing. "Avice..."
"But I don't remember how I died. What does that mean?"
"Well, I have faith," he said after a moment, leaning back in his chair.
She closed her eyes for a moment, slipping her arms around his waist.
He nodded slowly, looking out across the city again. "Alright..."
She looked down at her feet with a frown. "Well, I guess I didn't fall to my death then. That sucks." She paused before looking at her hands....
"That's fairly advanced software. I'm not quite sure how you would do it."
She looked up at him for a moment before scooting over and resting her head on his shoulder. "I love you."
He leaned against the balcony, folding his arms. "So, now what?"
"I guess I can see the future now. Will I get to fly? I will, right?"
"Like what?" he asked, sitting next to her again.
"I should have fought harder," she said quietly, looking down at the table, clasping her hands tightly. "I just... I was scared, and I wasn't...
He squinted before nodding. "You make a good point."
