He cannot see anything, yet he can hear the sound of his IV, the constant beeping of the machine a bed away. He can hear the doctors voice, a beautiful sound, despite the pounding of his head. He tries to put a picture to the sound, yet the only face he can get is hers. Chantelles. He tries to dismiss it, tries to de-attach it from the voice, but it won’t go away. Could be that he can smell her, but he wasn’t sure. The doctor asks him what is wrong, he tells her he can’t see. Chantelle looks at him, then at the doctor, she may not be brilliant, but she is a good person, and she feels numb, sad, her eyes are still drawn to him, forced almost against her will, to him. Always, to him. She wanted to think she was being silly, but her eyes kept moving, ending any and every thought, exploring the planes of his face. The next day is no better. She takes care of him, changes his IV, assists him on his way to the restroom. She falters at taking him to the shower, she cannot find the distance. I’m something quite different. But enough of me… I do believe your wife is on her way here.’ ‘Beatrice? How can that be? Where is she?’ ‘Shall we wait, Paul,’ said Vashti. ‘She’ll be here any moment now. So tell me, how have you found the last few weeks or so since we entered the Anomaly?’ ‘Very very weird,’ said Paul. ‘It was all right really before Beatrice disintegrated. How did that happen? How did she manage to recover?’ ‘You really haven’t been paying attention have you, Paul?’ said Vashti. ‘The woman who decomposed in front of you at wasn’t the real Beatrice. However, you can ask her yourself. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?’ The last was addressed to Beatrice who was standing naked at the doorway. The expression on her face didn’t suggest she was in good spirits. In fact, she looked very angry. ‘Are you content now, you monster?’ Beatrice said. ‘Look where your foolish interference has taken us.’ ‘And where is that exactly, sweetheart?’ asked Vashti, while Paul looked on.
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