Meadowlark Prairie My body is a sacred note.

not to double up but I had to

Bridget took walks daily but she wasn't used to seeing ghosts.

That had to be what this was. She was stock still, stunned, for a solid few moments before she could even work up a voice. It wasn't that she was happy to see him, or even really emotional - just shocked. When he'd disappeared from the island she'd assumed he'd either moved on completely or gone off somewhere to finish his life alone. Those markings were unmistakeable.

Shit. He was disappearing from her view. Hey! HEY! Oh, fuck, hold on. Bridget picked up her pace to try to close the distance between them. He wasn't moving all that fast, but she couldn't tell from where she was if that was going to change. The last thing she remembered, actually, was him freaking the fuck out over something. What was he doing here?