… Mozs?!
AAHAAAghHHA!!… K-kirr!?
Dear gods, ma’am! The hell’s happened here?
I… beh, haweh… huh??
Mozs! Dear sweet Mozs! I must think your own survival challenged… The grotto’s red with fog and you’re so beat-up and filthy and… oh.
… Ah… Is… that a body you’re looming over?
I-I… I don’t…
K-kirr… Y-YOU’RE ALIVE?!
Of course I am! I merely… well, me and Dave here had quite an unexpected misadventure. I-
Seems to me like you had a whole adventure of your own here… You were the one crying out here this whole time?
I… Kirr… I thought… I thought something killed you. Replaced you… turned into something else… I don’t… I-it transformed and I thought… this doesn’t make sense-
…
You’re shaking all over, Mozs… Explain the sorrow later, dear.
K-kirr? I-I… ah!
(An embrace, awkward but familiar…)
W-… wha?
It’s okay, Mozs. You’re okay, as am I… You’re safe.
…
Kirr… I… I…
I…
I missed you… I missed you so much…!
Ah boy… there she goes…
Kirr… I…
I love you too, Mozs.
…
Aha… ha…!
…
(The wrenching sounds of a lost, confused half silence at last… overtaken by hysterical tears and giddy laughter. The sounds of a bug broken, but heart whole once again.)
(The sounds of a tragedy thought true, gracefully, miraculously corrected.)
(Of dear lovers once separated, now again finding their love, as if like the first time.)













