Room 507, Arms Hotel [Late Sunday Afternoon]

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John was still drunk from last night. He hadn't stopped drinking since the squirrel had told him that his Aeryn was gone

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Suddenly Aeryn appeared in the middle of the room, dressed in white and surrounded in an ethereal glow. "John," she said, smiling beatifically.

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John thought he was dreaming. He heard that beloved voice but it couldn't be. She'd fallen off a cliff and been smashed into the water below. No hope. No hope.

"Noooooooo, stop torturing me!"

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"I'm trying to help you," said Aeryn kindly. "I've been sent from heaven to give you guidance."

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"You're just a figment of my alcohol laden imagination," he slurred, blinking at her.

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"No, I'm here from heaven to tell you that alcohol isn't the answer.I want you to move on, have a good life, be there for Talyn," Aeryn told him. "I'm here to get you to see that. I wouldn't want you to be this way."

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"But I want you back," he said, clutching his bottle. "Alcohol let's me see you in my dreams. Come back to life. Please? Get better from the very long fall you took from the cliff. Band aid?"

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"No, I'm afraid I'm dead. But I need you to do what will make me happy anyway," she said, and reached her hand out for the bottle. "You don't need it. You are stronger than this, and I love you. Even from beyond the grave. Our love is that strong."

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"But but but." He clutched the bottle. "I'm alone. Why am I alone? I'm always alone. I don't want you the angel! I want you the real person. Please? I'll...give up drinking if you come back!"

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"You're not alone," she said, hand still outstretched. He should give her the bottle already, her contract only went for one episode. "You have a son, who needs you. Be there for him, John. It's what I would want."

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"What about what I want?" he shouted at her ghostly form. "What about meeeeee?"

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"We'll be together again, someday," Aeryn promised. Hand still outstretched. "But until then, you have to be strong."

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"Can't the bottle be strong with me?" he asked. "It's like a bad replacement for you."

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"No." Her hand was still out.

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"But, I need it," he said pitifully. "It dulls the hurt that your mangled corpse left."

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"But then I'll be unhappy with you in the afterlife," she said, making grabby hands.

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John took a breath and looked at his bottle. It had served him well but it was time to let go and come out from under it's evil umbrella (ella ella).

He gave it a soft kiss before he handed it to Aeryn. "There."