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“So, how have you been?” Leon asked, looking into her eyes for as long as she allowed.

She looked to the sky and brought her hands to her face. “Oh, Leon! What is happening! What is this?”

“An A.I. went rogue and chose me for a buddy, and we’ve been sort of palling around causing trouble. I can’t say for sure why you are here, other than the obvious reason.”

“Palling around, Leon? Causing trouble?” Now it was her who gave in, reaching out and taking his hand. “Leon, all those people died.”

“Well we had to do something...”

She squeezed his hand.

“Now you are here though, Jenny. You can help us think of good things to do.”

Jenny let go of his hand and stood. “Maybe Leon, I just feel awful though.”

She walked away from him, asking over her shoulder, “Why did he choose you, anyway?”

“I think because I was about to kill myself.”

“What?”

She asked it as if she had not heard him, and turned, trembling.

“I was about to kill myself, so that had something to do with him picking me.”

“Leon, don’t talk like that!”

He laughed. “Like what?”

She went to him, holding his head and saying that things were different now, stroking his hair. The glow of the burning town, those silly sounds of war, the mad robot fool out there somewhere...whatever this world was now, or ever could be, meant little to her now. She pulled him up from the log, up from the depths into which he had been lost these years without her, and let him back in to her familiar embrace.