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Pain, Cold, Silence.
Those were the sensations Donna had felt as she slipped back into the mutamycete’s embrace. Each of those were intermingled with a loneliness. A loneliness that Angie’s lifeless form didn’t still, as her hand reached for a man who wasn’t there.
And that was meant to be it. The End of the Beneviento Line, and the beginning of endless dreams within the mold. So why? Why did she suddenly find herself staring into the light, blinking dully through her single good eye?
And why did she see a familiar gloved hand reaching out to her grabbing her hand and hoisting her out of somewhere dark that smelt of chemicals? A…tube, in a dimly lit lab surrounded by more of it’s kind.
Heisenberg drew her into a tight hug, despite the fact that she was bare and he was clothed. She found herself hugging back, clinging to him without wanting to let go, lest she slip back into the dream and out of his arms.
They were back together. She whispered into his ear, soft words for him and him alone for while she was without her constant puppet companion.
“Please darling, please don’t leave again.”
“I love you”