White Matter
(Post Script)

In the lush green mountains of Colorado, deep in the woods, an old log cabin stood covered and surrounded by snow.

Caleb lay in a bed, sound asleep. He hadn’t woken for a long, long time. His body had become frail, thin, weak.

Caleb…

A young woman with dark red hair flashed before his eyes.

Caleb…

Two newborn babies resting in the nursery at a hospital flashed before his eyes.

Caleb…

Caleb’s horrified face flashed before him, only to be blasted back out of a window way up high from a building.

Caleb…

Caleb’s eyes slowly opened. Hawke was standing over him, watching him. He brushed Caleb’s hair out of his face, and smiled.

“Welcome back… Brother,” Hawke said.

Caleb smirked.

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The End
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