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It was cold. It was dark.

Eugene

Hey

Eugene, bro

You egg, wake up

Genie, come on

Eugene,
you still owe me three dollars.
Wake up

Dr. Northwood?

Eugene sees a familiar figure, standing far away, in front of a bright light. She was smiling, wearing a familiar baby lilac dress. Her hands were held out, calling his name.

"Eugene, come here."

He ran.

He ran, and ran, and ran.

Her figure came into view. She has a sweet smile on her face, hands still held out.

He grabs her warm hand and hugs her, uneager to let go.











And then, a white light.

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