Frightened? Perhaps ... but not for the assumed reason. She had skipped the shock of death, and was only stricken by bad luck. In the panic of her escape, Dark had taken on the identity of a dead, wandering Alex Daghourt. With the name, came the clothes, the voice, the vocabulary, the free ticket to purgatory. So where was the real Alex Daghourt? Wandering around no doubt, and Dark was frightened of encountering her.
Frowning at Natara, she tiptoed away from the group, her shoes carefully slipping forward to the edge of the cliff, and finding it, stepping down on the marble staircase that suddenly appeared, leading down into the clouds.
"At least I still can do that ..." she said, rolling up her jacket sleeves.
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