Sunday night, Drac's suite

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Drac had returned home almost immediately after buying the portrait of Martha Saturday evening, hanging it on the wall immediately across from his casket. He'd then spent the rest of the evening with a bottle of wine, just looking at the painting and remembering. It wasn't until the end of the bottle that he began remembering the part he wanted to forget. He was more tired than usual when he went to bed.

Tonight... Drac didn't have wine, but he was still full of memories. He had done some paperwork, but soon found himself again sitting and staring at the portrait. "My dearest Martha. I miss you."

... there was a faint sound, suddenly, in the silence after his statement. It sounded oddly like someone whispering, "Honey?"

Hmm. That was odd. He looked around to the desk behind him. Was the radio left on?

"Drac... Honey? Is that really you?"

Wait. That sounded like...

He turned back to the painting.



"Martha?"





[Establishy]