the sun shines on the living, the sun shines on the dead

[a_mere_child]

When Alyx awakens, the first thing she sees is the familiar windowless wall of Room 287. There's a momentary flood of relief: It didn't happen, it wasn't real, it was all a just a horrible dream.
( the sun shines on you and me, wherever we lay our heads )Then she sees her hand resting on the mattress next to her. Her knuckles are still bruised from

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[acts_of_gord]

Being outside today didn't help, exactly. Not in the way Gordon had been hoping, anyway. Nothing's really any better for having spent all that time sitting, but at least the worst of the chaos in his head's settled down. That probably counts for something.

It's getting downright cold and soggy out there, though, so he figured he might as well come inside. He's not quite up to facing the main room again. Annabelle and weird-past-version John were difficult enough to deal with. So really there's only one choice- well, two, but Gordon's not really the type to wander around the garage for wandering around the garage's sake. Three if you count the library, but he doesn't know where it is. That leaves room 287.

Hopefully Alyx... he's not sure what he's hoping as he reaches for the doorknob, just that it won't be a repeat of last night.

[a_mere_child]

She kisses him back.

"Thank you, Gordon. For... for everything."

[acts_of_gord]

"I couldn't have done it without you."