As my own mouth gaps open, my presence is acknowledged and the women flee. Jack moves after them, but stops on the spot where they were just standing, one arm outstretched reaching for the beautiful ghost-like woman who vanished before both our eyes. I get as far as the body location, now cold in the morgue, and stop myself. Jack turns to face me and says, "I am not who you believe me to be. No harm will come to you, but you must stay away." At that moment I realized he wasn't my enemy, but he knew who was.
In a flash he was gone too, leaving me standing in the place of death wondering if the last hour was some freak nightmare; no, I am not that lucky...
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