Soft steps made their way behind you as you stood ontop of the enormous fog. The fog could’ve tricked you at first but there was someone coming forward as eyes and a body made their presence known.

The blonde man stood infront of you, flabbergasted at your person…

“Do I look like your girlfriend?” The voice haunted his ears yet as sweet as a lullaby it made him feel at ease.

To the way that your voice resembled her, to the way your face looked so similar. You were Mary, but not his Mary.

“No, my late wife…” James stood before you in dirtied clothes. His hands were filthy with the blood of the creatures that roamed this town.

All he wanted was to find his wife and bring her home into his arms. Yet you were now in his path and he couldn’t go around you. Your presence was too comforting even though you were a completely different person than Mary…