It was a humid night and the city street seemed to hum with barely contained violence. Some racial epithets from the locals hit his ears, but he paid them little mind. Race was not a concern to him anymore. He didn't even share the same species with those illiterate poseurs. He tasted the air with his extra sense. She was near.
The whole universe had shifted a degree. Few noticed here. Probably, it was for the best. As the city continued its doldrums, he suddenly started singing. A soul long thought dead and buried, thought of as only a shade that whimpered occasionally, now rose to life and resurged anew, free of its fetters and constrictive promises, free of its repressive duties and confining trammels. When his song ended, he sensed potential in his life for the first time in... in a time so long passed he cannot remember being hopeful before. He suddenly became aware of her mind in the vicinity. She was happy. Possibly happy to see him.
“Valerie,” he softly breathed. She exuberantly hugged him.
“Morgan, you came for me!”
“Yes,” he said softly, smiling broadly. “I did.”
He carefully slipped his arms around her. They held each other for a long moment. She asked, “I wish my accommodations here were better but...”
“If you wish better, my home has five bedrooms and I currently live there with two young girls. It could use the presence of a woman.”
“As long as you don't lock me away in a tower, it sounds wonderful to me.”
“It doesn't have a tower, it is just a big house in Weehauken.”
“Then, onwards, to the horizon.”
As the city hummed on, they disappeared into the night.
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