How did you get here before me, Bette?

My ethereal nature?

Ah, that must be it.

Look at the sky, John.

Yes, blue and beautiful.

And the leafless branches, sad?

I used to think so, Bette.

Now?

Part of the circle, no?

Yes, my love.

Spring is around the corner.

Yes, my love.

I’m hungry, Bette.

Good.

I’ll go now and grab some breakfast.

Please, John.

Eager to be rid of me?

For now, yes.

And later, Bette?

We’ll have an eternity.

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