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His eyes widened. "Six years? Where did we meet?"
"Oh well. Good day, child of Apollo."
"I have believed you in the past. It didn't change anything."
He nodded, his brow furrowing. "How long were we married?"
"Good for you."
"I don't want you to do it alone. I want to help you."
He seemed very perplexed, studying her. "But... you called me the wrong name. Are you sure it's me you're married to?"
"Think what you want."
"I do," she said, nodding to herself. "But I'm also a scientist, and I can't believe in something that hasn't proven itself to be true."
He blinked in surprise. "My wife? Miss, I've never seen you before in my life."
"I can make guesses."
She was quiet for a moment, exhaling slowly. "You said you would be able to stop smoking too."
He frowned at her, tilting his head curiously. "This might sound coy, but remember what?"
"That's still just one form."
Her lips pursed and she looked towards the ground, saying nothing.
Jack was still in the bed when she returned, looking confused.
"You've been alive for one rotation."
She looked uncertain, her hands curled at her side. "And you believe that?"
(Zoop?)
She hesitated, looking over at him. "Tell me that you don't think it will happen again, and I'd believe you," she said, her voice almost a...
