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She thought she’d been hallucinating when she’d heard him call to her. That fearful shout that pulled her from the fog of her mind. But it couldn’t be him. How could he have magically shown up right when she’d needed him the most?
No… Surely the infection had simply manifested him here as some feverish dream as she grew closer and closer to her own demise. Nothing more than memories of a man that she cared so very deeply for… one that she had grown to love over the nearly two decades of knowing him.
At least she could admit that to herself now. Not a bad thought to go out on she supposed… but…
That hallucination of him sure was vivid…
Wait…
Claire rested her sweaty brow against the cool bars of her jail cell, barely able to utter his name as Leon, the real Leon, sprang toward her.
“Leon…”
He reached her. He was saying something but she couldn’t quite make it out.
She leaned forward, wishing to be as close to him as possible, her fever making the world hard to take in… but she could see his face so clearly. That impossibly handsome face that she’d first met so long ago.
He looked scared, frantically pulling on the bars in a vain attempt to free her. Claire knew it was no use, but appreciated his effort anyway.
Jill and Chris were speaking next to them as Leon continued his attempt to free her. Claire tried to focus on their words… but the fog was returning.
Instead, she turned back to those blue eyes beyond the bars. Focusing on them to keep herself centered, hoping that she’d get a chance to join him for that dinner he’d asked for so long ago.