[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]"He was right here,” Jenny said, pointing at a stick jammed into the dirt.[/BGCOLOR]
“Are you sure?” Jack asked, looking around. “I mean, it was really foggy out...”
[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]"See?” she exclaimed, gripping the stick and shaking it. “I even marked the spot in case it was too foggy. It was always thickest around him, didn't wanna lose the body." [/BGCOLOR]
“All right, fair.” Jack looked around again. “Maybe, maybe the bottle didn’t work after all?” He removed his battered tricorn and scratched his scalp. “Maybe you just knocked him out and...”
[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]"He was dead!” she insisted. “I checked his pulse, I [/BGCOLOR]know [BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]he was dead! Dead bodies don't just up and walk away, and who was going about at this time of night that would've just carried him off like that?"[/BGCOLOR]
[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]“Hm.” Replacing his hat, Jack stroked his chin in thought. “I mean, Resurrection Mendo their work at night, but the ground’s damp and I don’t see any cart tracks. Besides, that’s more of a city thing.” He looked around again. “Not wolves, either. There’d still be traces.”[/BGCOLOR]
[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]Idly, he gnawed at the corner of a nail. “All right. Maybe he wasn’t as dead as he thought? The bottle’s for making zombies, after all. Maybe his body just sort of, I don’t know, wandered off?” He caught Jenny’s expression. “Don’t give me that, love. It’s not even the strangest thing we’ve seen.”[/BGCOLOR]
[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]-*-[/BGCOLOR]
[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]doN’t GIve mE thAt, lOvE iT’s noT eVen THE stRaNGesT THinG wE’Ve sEEn[/BGCOLOR]
[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]The words seemed to ebb and flow like water, volume rising and falling as he drifted around them. The people who’d rescued him when his ship was sinking. He was floating above them, drifting like he was on the water, seeing them clearly despite the darkness.[/BGCOLOR]
[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]“Nat?”[/BGCOLOR]
[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]The voice was distant, insistent. “Nat, love?” An increasing urgency, and a strange sense of motion. “Nat! Please! Please, God, wake up!”[/BGCOLOR]
[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]He opened his eyes into the darkness of his cozy bedroom. Marie was shaking him, fear slowly fading into relief as he looked at her. “Oh, thank God!” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around him.[/BGCOLOR]
[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]“Huh? What, what’s wrong?” He slid his arms around her, hissing at a pins and needles sensation on his limbs.[/BGCOLOR]
[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]“You...” she sniffed. “You were so, so... still. And, and cool to the touch.” She burrowed her head into his shoulder. “It’s silly, now. But, but I was afraid you, you were dead.”[/BGCOLOR]
[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]“No,” he assured her, trying not to think of the light he’d dreamed of when he lay drunk in the ditch (he had been drunk, right?), the light that had called to him. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”[/BGCOLOR]