Klaus

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Black. And white.
Rustling trees, and.. birds, for some reason.
Oh shit.
He was back.
"Hello Klaus. You're still looking pale."
"Well, I do try. It's good to see you again... I think." He rolled his shoulders back. It was nice to feel the sun on his face again.
"Believe in me a little more now?" She raised an eyebrow.
"It's gonna take me a while, honey. Just tell me you're not going to send me to my asshole Dad again, okay?"
"There's someone waiting for you. Hurry, please. Time's winged chariot hurries near."
"And it's not my Dad?"
She didn't answer. This time he did not run.
There was a cabin in the distance, a small wooden thing. Déjà vu.
A deep breath in, Klaus looked to the skies as he gave his dog tags one last kiss. Then he opened the door slowly and stepped inside. On foot after the other. Music filled his ears, full of soul and hope and feeling. It was heady and exciting in this place, but it was so full of people: a crowd which did not want to part. He still struggled on, squeezing through the gaps, ignoring the shady offers of a gram which seemed to pop up now and again, offered by strangers of unreadable faces.
And then he was through. An empty space welcoming him. And a shadowy figure from across the room. Stepping out into the amber light.
"Dave."

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