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Daryl felt a gentle hand touching his face and forced his eyes open. „You're not real,“ he whispered when he recognized the blurred figure.

„Don't worry about that.“ Beth smiled. „Rest now. I will watch over your sleep.“

Not able to protest any longer, he just gave in.

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He groaned when the pain shot through his body. „Beth,“ he croaked.

„Oh, you are back.“

Not Beth. No! He slowly started to remember, she was... „She is dead!“

„Yeah. She died about a week ago.“ Carol stepped closer, grabbing for his hand. „And we were afraid that you would follow her.“