Room 507, Arms Hotel [Late Sunday Afternoon]

[whitedeathpod]

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.

[whitedeathpod]

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!"

[can_be_more]

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

[whitedeathpod]

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