He gave her a small smile. His face had more lines, more wrinkles, more sorrow than when she last saw him. The clothing he was wearing seemed in the same shape, as were the burial blade and his blunderbuss.
"Yes my dear....It's me."
He said, this time able to speak. His voice was the same, a reminder of her time with him.
"Now....where are we?"
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