Caught off guard, the man fell, fell to the hands of the beast, and Neal used the opportunity to free himself.

Not looking back, not even a pity, Neal scrambled to the vehicle, pushing and smashing anyone in his path.

A woman who had fought all her life to claim the last seat got jerked away by Neal as she was about to get in. Turning to fight Neal, the door slammed before her eyes, and the vehicle zoomed away.

The floor shattered into broken glass after the vehicle left, r swallowing all living left into its abyss.

Neal's eyes snapped open, and his gaze met the sunny day through the fluttering curtain. He heard a thud of a mug cup placed on the shelf beside him, and he sat up straight, his palms into fists as he got switched into defense mode.

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Startled, Darcy's eyes flipped open, staring at Neal as if something went wrong with his brain.

"Are_ _ Are you okay?"

"Darcy!" Neal exclaimed surprisedly and in disbelief. "You're here!" he said, scanning her head-to-toe in her night dress.

"What?" Darcy whispered, blinking in confusion at Neal's exclamation of shock and surprise.

"Oh, God!" Neal buried his face in his palms as he grunted. Looking at his wife again, he asked, "Did I really wake up? I mean I'm I still alive?"

"What's wrong, Neal?" Darcy approached him and placed her hands on his shoulders, massaging them as she instructed, "Take a deep breath, darling. Darcy is here, don't be scared."

Neal wrapped his arms swiftly around Darcy's waist, pulled her down on his lap, and buried his face in the nook of her neck.

"I missed you. It felt like ages, Darcy, ages."

"I'm here, now," Darcy whispered in his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Darcy is here, right here with you, love."