Amy twitched at the touch of her husband. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I don’t know what’s come over me, Peter. I had just thought…hoped…prayed…this business was over! Why shouldn’t it be over? Didn’t we destroy him? You know, when Dani destroyed his evil Key?”
“Uh, no, Hon. Not destroyed. At least, the others didn’t think so. I mean, yes, it diminished his power. And yes, the Key was destroyed. But he, himself, wasn’t. That’s why the others were concerned about us.”
“But then why,” her voice pitched higher than before, “haven’t they done anything to protect us?”
Peter shrugged dejectedly. He didn’t have an answer that would be satisfactory to his wife. In fact, he didn’t have any that satisfied him either. “I…I don’t know, Ames. Somehow, I didn’t think we’d be left to our own devices. I mean, you know, they became friends. I just don’t think…ah, I’m just too tired to think, frankly. Let’s turn in, or I’ll fall asleep here in the closet.”
He took her hand, walked to the bed, lay down and draped his arm around his wife, and then fell immediately asleep, dead to the world.
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