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I’m sorry.

Did I lose you?

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I don’t think anyone is that lucky.

You’d be pleased to know that you’re wrong. It happens all the time.

Yeah? What sort of folks are you in the habit of losing?

I get lost and I lose my family and my friends.

Like...physically or spiritually? Or both?

Physically is a way to describe it. It takes a while to find my way back.

Dear, there are times I have lost myself.

But no, I do not believe you have lost me.

Do I know you?

No, I don’t believe I do.

It is a pleasure to meet you. In life, I was Uther the Lightbringer and in death, I still call myself that.

Yeah? Where are you trying to get back to?

You’re dead? I’m sorry. Or... is that normal?

I’m Janie. It’s nice to meet you. I’m not dead.

Home. I had a family. Friends. A job.

Sounds like a sweet deal.

And why are you not there now?

It was literally the happiest that I’ve ever been.

I got lost one day, and it took a long time to find my way back. But that kind of thing happens a lot. Just not for this long usually.

Well, that is a shame. How did that happen?

I don’t know if you’d believe me if I told you.

Normal, as of late, I suppose.

A pleasure. I see that you are very much alive.

Are you okay? Other than being dead.

Yeah, it’s pretty hard to kill me. I just keep coming back.

How kind of you to ask. As well as can be expected. My soul was wounded upon my death, so it acts up now and again...for often than not.

Really? Fascinating. You don’t seem undead, though.

What happened? You’re not going to go monster right? That wasn’t supposed to be rude.

Yeah, barely any scars. I’m not a robot, I’m just as real as any stale chips.

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