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Most of the day was gone when the door to Peter’s room opened. A column of light shone into the room and revealed Nena still beside Peter’s open coffin. Peter lay in his bed with his eyes closed. Nena sat beside the coffin, and her arms are folded across the side and her head laid on her arms. They were both asleep. The person walked over and knelt down beside Nena where they shook her shoulder.
Nena’s eyes fluttered open and she blinked up at the newcomer. Her mouth dropped open as the person smiled down at her. “Jack!”
“In the spirit,” he quipped.
She threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around the shoulders of his tan overcoat. “Thank god!”
“Let’s give credit where it’s due,” he scolded her as he drew them to arm’s length. His soft eyes fell on her and studied her
