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She turns over and over.
No room for sleep or dreams in the cold bed due to the agitated
movements of her body.
No place for rest in the room where each shadow resembles the
image that continues to haunt her.
Him. In the hospital bed. Injured. Paralysed.
Dying.
The events play over in her head and she turns yet again, trying
to hide from what she knows happens.
Of course, it all ended happily, but that’s never the point.
The point only she will ever know is that he *did* die.
And she killed him.
With the simple flick of a switch she’d put every ounce of
conceivable faith in her extraordinary theory, and prayed that it
would bring him back to her. She’s spoken with Dana (who
seems to have no memory of that fortnight) since and tried to put
it all in perspective, but even the scientist-turned-believer
finds it hard to comprehend the tale - only able to offer,
“If that’s true, and that really did happen, maybe you
should just be thankful that you got him back. That you’re
both still alive.”
The sadness of much worse pain and loss in the other woman’s
eyes had made her feel guilty for ever bringing it up, so now she
suffers alone - tales of slit throats and shot agents and human
tongues in ‘potted meat’ sandwiches all served up by
Irwin Lukesh playing out as her nightmare, whilst phrases on
computer screens reading ‘LUKESH KILLED YOU TRIED KILL
ME‘ and ’2 DOGGETTS CANT BE IN 1 WORLD YOU CAN
FIX’ flicker in her mind to remind her that it actually
wasn’t her Doggett she pulled the plug on.
It’ll take time for the shadows to recede and the image of
his life drifting away to disintegrate, but for now she must try
to anchor herself to the one comforting fact:
At least, in death, neither the Monica Reyes or John Doggett of
the parallel universe will ever have to be without the other,
just as she hopes, in life, to spend the rest of eternity with
her John Doggett of this world.
THE END
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