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Emmaline smiled, her gaze flickering up to Aaron. "Heaven? We are far from there," she said, looking up to the sky as she reclaimed Aaron's arm as her own. She pressed herself against him as they walked, chilled by the air. "We are still alive, so this cannot be Heaven. Every breath reminds me of that. Besides, if we were there, then out loved ones would be with us. I can only see one right now," she said, resting her head on his shoulder although she did not intend to clarify her statement. She had not meant to refer to Aaron as a 'loved one,' but now that she had, Emma wondered what it could mean. She had often heard that a slip of the tongue was the subconscious speaking.

Emma smiled to this and closed her eyes with a deep breath. The path they took lead them through a grove of trees canopying over the road. The leaves above their heads blocked out traces of the moon, leaving Emma to press tightly against Aaron, her vision low as even the shadows tricked her eyes. She knew the path well enough from her daylight strolls, but it seemed completely different now. She felt utterly isolated with Aaron, but not scared. Nothing could happen as long as he was watching over her. "I am going to take you to the docs," she said softly, her voice breaking the silence of the air. "This is the only path, I am glad you are with me. I would be too frightened to walk here alone," she admitted honestly, squinting to try and see better.

She sighed and gave up, knowing that any attempt to see better would be futile. "The night seems so alone," Emma whispered, looking around the dark forest. "Without the moon, it makes one wonder if they are truly alone in this world or not. Even the crickets are silent tonight, I wonder why. Surely they cannot be afraid of us," she mused innocently.