Not Meant to Be

Celeste Tealwing had always been alone. Even before Lord Negaduck had burned down the orphanage, even among orphans, she had stood out as ...unusual. Like some invisible force pushed everyone and everything around her away.  This had made her sad as a child, but now, at fourteen, she just accepted it, like the strange flare up occurrences that happened whenever she was happy or upset.

As long as she  could remember she had always been alone. Now that the Negaverse as clean and happy, she felt more out of place than ever. It was almost worse. I mean, who wanted to see a scruffy homeless teenager digging through the trash , reminding them of what the city USED to be when they were all trying so hard to forget Negaduck, forget the way the world used to be and convince themselves everything was sunshine, rainbows, Gummi bears and unicorns? It kinda made her want to hurl. So rather than conform, she wandered the streets of Negaverse St. canard. Now, even with the Friendly Four controlling the city, with it cleaned up  and flowers just now starting to fade in the winter of her fourteenth year, she strangely felt more alone and unwelcome than ever. 

 

She he kicked a faded plastic cup into a gutter , crossing the street. Then her senses flared as she smelled something sweet and sugary, something fresh from the oven. She noticed that the Sugar and Spide and Everything Nice Bakery had been reopened and the baker was sitting a fresh tray of donuts hot from the oven out on a window seal to cool. Her stomach rumbled and before she could consider the consequences , she darted across the street and grabbed a donut, ignoring the burn of its hot dough as she dug her fingers in. She stuffed it between her teeth and spun on her heels, running as the indignant cry of the baker sent a shock of adrenaline through her and she darted back across the road....right in front of the cab of an oncoming semi truck.

    • DarkwingPsycho
      DarkwingPsycho

      "Watch it!" a voice cried, and in the next second someone slammed into Celeste, his momentum carrying them both across the street just as the semi roared past, horn blaring.  "Sunday driver!" the rat shouted after the truck, shaking a gloved fist.  Over his pronged helmet was a gray fedora with the top ripped out.  He was wearing a purple mask and cape over a yellow jumpsuit.

      "You okay?  You look like you're okay.  What were you thinking, crossing the street without looking?!"

      • Celeste O Emberwing
        Celeste O Emberwing

        She blinked rapidly then spat the now broken donut into her hand, coughing,  taking int he strangers weird attire,” I wasn’t...that is...I uh..” she blinked, a vague, dark figure behind the rodent distracting her momentarily, someone who seemed to be a tall man wearing a long dark cloak and carrying some sort of staff, but the moment she blinked to clear her eyes, the figure vanished again and she rubbed the side of her head, thinking maybe she had a concussion.

         

        ” I..look, I don’t take things unless I can’t find anything for several days, okay?” The girl burst out, babbling in a rush, more concerned about what  was about to happen then what had nearly happened,” I mean, I just..it was wrong to take the donut but please don’t call the cops? I really don’t want to get sent to Juvie, you know. I just was hungry and it’s been a couple days...”

         

        her shoulders sagged. Weirdly dressed or not, she had a feeling anyone who pushed another person out of traffic was probably also the sort who would feel it was their responsibility to call the police. When Negaduck had been around, the police had been a joke, his  paid thugs who roughed up any other criminal who got too big for their britches, but as the city cleaned up again, they had started hiring real cops, the kind who took things like thefts seriously.

        • Harmonizer
          Harmonizer

          Unbeknownst to the young teen, the dark figure had stayed behind to watch. Or, rather, he had hidden somewhere to spy on her. Once he realised she was able to see him, he had quickly taken cover.

          Another one of those with the gifted sight... he had wondered when he'd run into them again.

          Normally, he would have just left. It was just one of those Near Death Experiences, after all. But something felt... off. He needed to investigate.

          He sighed quietly and leaned against the wall of the alleyway he'd taken refuge in. A drunkard stumbled over, and, rather than running into Death, he changed direction at the last minute, careening into the opposite wall. The cloaked entity ignored him as he continued to think.

          Frowning deeply, he chanced another peek at the girl. There was something about her...

          • Celeste O Emberwing
            Celeste O Emberwing

            Again, the girl glanced up uneasily, certain she’d seen something like a figure lurking nearby, but rather than point it out, she dusted herself off as best she could, still hopeful her unlikely savior in the purple cape and the ripped gray fedora wasn’t going to turn her in. She hadn’t even gotten to eat the pilfered  pastry after all.

             

            A chill ran down her spine and she flexed her hands, shimmering faintly for a nearly unperceiveable moment, an occurrence so minuscule only someone of supernatural origins would have noticed as reality struggled against her existence then, seemed to give up yet again in its attempt to rectify the error of her existence. 

            • DarkwingPsycho
              DarkwingPsycho

              NegaMegavolt blinked.  "Juvie?  Doughnut?  I love doughnuts, wanna get one?"  He pulled her up, seemingly forgetting about their near-death encounter.  "I know this great bakery over - Hey, there it is!"  He pulled her along toward the place she had just stolen from.

              • Celeste O Emberwing
                Celeste O Emberwing

                “ah..uh...They..don’t really..like me there..” she stammered, wanting to palm her face. Wow, this guy was too nice, and bit scattered brained, but if he didn’t turn her in, the baker surely would. Maybe she should just face the music . Considering she was clearly seeing things as it was, maybe being arrested wasn’t the worst thing the world. Maybe she had loose fluids rushing around in her head? 

                 

                “Sorry...I’m...odd question, but did you just see a tall man...or maybe it was a woman, but I’m pretty sure, a man, in a long dark cloak carrying a scythe by any chance?” She pointed to where she has seen the Specter  in the shadows haphazardly, trying to steady herself on her feet. Oh yeah, totally got a concussion.

                • Harmonizer
                  Harmonizer

                  That was when she'd be able to catch sight of him again... although her new friend would see nothing. 

                  Death eyed her closely, this time not even caring if she saw him or not. There it was. That little attempt at correction from the fabric of reality. 

                  He was never very good at feeling human emotions, but it was hard not to feel any pity for that mortal. An anomaly, that's what everyone called them. She wasn't supposed to exist. No choice or decision was supposed to be big enough to create her. But a blip significant enough to slip through reality caused her to appear. Sooner or later... the universe would attempt to purge that wrongness. It already tried. 

                  But there was nothing wrong about her. Not to him, anyway. 

                  A shout caused him to gaze further out towards the angry baker. 

                  "You! Thief!" the baker marched over to the girl angrily. "Thank you for catching hold of her, Mr. Megavolt. I'll be taking it from here," he said, grabbing Celeste's arm. "Steal from my shop? I'll teach ya..." 

                  Death wondered if he should help. Things didn't look very good for Celeste. But Elmo Sputterspark was a hero here. Surely he would intervene. Though, just in case... 

                  He stepped out and gave the girl a wave. Hi! You're not hallucinating! If you need help give me a shout! was what he was trying to convey, but it seemed to come out like Greetings, brief mortal. Cower, for you are about to meet your demise... 

                  • Celeste O Emberwing
                    Celeste O Emberwing

                    Most would have cowered or at least paled at the sight of Death himself. but Celeste had in the past, spent a good deal of time I. The company of Negaduck, and on top of that, had been abandoned at birth and nearly tied from exposure in the gutter as a newborn infant. While she couldn’t remember the occupance as a baby, anyone who spent time in the company of Negaduck just came to accept that their life span wasn’t going to be a long, relaxing one, and at best, it in fact might be very stunted and fraught with peril, including the likelihood of being maimed or severely burned by an explosive.

                    The shout from the baker barely distracted her from staring at the figure in the cloak in vowel and very slowly, she lifted a hand and waved back, almost in a daze.

                    Her attention was jerked back to the situation at hand as the baker seized her roughly by the arm and began to haul her back across the street.  Her gaze darted from Megavolt to Death entreatingly, but she didn’t really expect either one to invent on her behalf. People normally didn’t. She offered each in turn a sad smile that she hoped conveyed some of her gratitude.

                    • DarkwingPsycho
                      DarkwingPsycho

                      NMegavolt paused.  "Huh?  Man in a cloak?  Boy - I must've hit you pretty hard!  Sorry 'bout that."

                      He was just turning to lead Celeste toward the bakery when he almost ran face-first into the baker.  "What?  Thief?"  He blinked and stared at the auburn-haired duckette then back at the portly man.  He ran after the baker hurriedly.  "I think you have her confused with someone else!  We were just going to sample some of your delicious goods - we haven't even been inside yet!"

                      He hoped he could entice the man to at least loosen his grip on Celeste.

                      • Harmonizer
                        Harmonizer

                        "She just stole from me a few minutes ago!" the baker exclaimed angrily, acting as if she had grabbed a whole tray instead of a single pastry. "If you want to buy anything, fine, but I'm dealing with this kid. I thought, you guys changing things around here meant less crime, but noooo. I guess everyone still thinks they can take from my store as they please! This is the last straw," he growled. "She's going to make a fine example of what happens to thieves who try to steal my hard work." 

                        So people were a little nicer. Didn't mean they wouldn't sometimes slip back into old habits. 

                        Death frowned at Celeste, then turned to look down at the scroll. Her name was showing up again. The baker was looking a little... violent. And was that the glimmer of a rifle behind the counter? 

                        Maybe Sputterspark would take care of it. After all, he is a hero here. But he seemed pretty clueless and confused. He might continue to be up until her head was mounted on a spike. 

                        Should he intervene, though? He was Death, after all... he should not be giving mortals leeways just because he felt pity for them. He was the reaper man, and it was his job to collect them when they died. Nothing else. 

                        But, at the same time... he had found loopholes to save a few souls on occasion. And it did not technically break the rules. It had simply not been their time. Why should he treat this girl any different? 

                        "Oh, damn it all." 

                        With those words, Death walked out to confront the baker, making himself corporeal in the process. 

                        "That is enough. Let her go." 

                        "Oh? And why should I do that?" the baker demanded as he glared at the cloaked figure. Or, rather, he tried to. No matter how hard he gazed at the 7-foot tall man, he did not seem able to directly look at his face, under the hood. 

                        "Oh. Err. She is..." 

                        Why did mortals always make things so complicated? 

                        "...she is my daughter." 

                        Before he could regret it, he looked to Celeste for confirmation. 

                        • Celeste O Emberwing
                          Celeste O Emberwing

                          She blinked rapidly, perplexed.  Everything was happening so fast. And she had just resigned herself to whatever fate, juvenile hall, jail or otherwise that awaited her, when, the debate between the baker and Megavolt broke out. She kind of hated to let her would be rescuer know that she was really just a common theif, stealing petty items like donuts, even if she was hungry and hadn’t eaten for a few days, but  there seemed to be no avoiding it and her shoulders sagged in defeat. 

                          Things seemed to rapidly go down hill before she could even get a word in edgewise, when the commanding figure in black suddenly made himself known to the  other two parties. They had to see him now, right? It couldn’t just be the result a knock to the head. She felt some relief when he spoke, because unless she was hearing things too, he was definitely real. The baker responded to him, to her further relief, and much to her astonishment, the Spector seemed intent on defending her. 

                           

                          She was very nearly in shock. People rarely tolerated her, and yet twice in the space of a few minutes, two strangers had expressed concern over her wellbeing. Her head jerked up in shock at Death’s statement that she was his daughter, and she looked from one face to the other, or...well one face, to the shadowy vowel and back. They seemed to expect her to say something in response, but she felt horribly tongue tied. Then in a rush she nodded, so hard it felt like her head would come flying off,” Yes, that’s right. He’s my father. I’m sorry, father ...I..I just going to get a donut for  lunch and..I forgot to pay. I was in such a hurry, and I lost sight of you and forgot. I didn’t mean to..”

                          • DarkwingPsycho
                            DarkwingPsycho

                            "WHOA!" NMegavolt yelped when a giant figure dressed as the grim reaper appeared.  He fell backward onto his keister and stared up at Death for a few seconds before he seemed to understand.  "Say, nice costume!"

                            He got to his feet, rubbing his backside, then blinked.  "You're her father??  Oh, well, nice to meet you!"  The rodent stuck out his hand to shake Death's.  "I'm Megavolt!  One of Darkwing's Ducks!  Defender of St. Canard and lost lightbulbs everywhere!  Oh, and I guess kids, too."  He shrugged.

                            • Harmonizer
                              Harmonizer

                              Why were they all staring at him now? Oh, was he supposed to... do something? 

                              "Well, just don't do that again. That was very naughty of you," Death said, shaking a bony finger at Celeste, which somehow went unnoticed by onlookers. He then turned to the baker. "I apologise for her behaviour. Take these as compensation." 

                              The baker heard a clink and felt a weight of coins in his hands, and was about to open his mouth to argue again when a shine caught his eye. 

                              Gold coins. Heavy gold coins!! They looked strange, but they were very real. 

                              Suddenly, the baker's attitude changed. 

                              "Perhaps I was too hard on you, miss- I mean Y-Your Highness...? You can take as many pastries if you like... in fact, take this!" he offered Celeste the entire tray of donuts. 

                              As the baker was speaking to Celeste, Death shook hands with Megavolt... though the rat would likely regret it as it sent a chill throughout his body. 

                              "Yes, I have heard of you, Elmo Sputterspark. You and your friends have been doing an excellent job keeping this city safe. We are very proud of you." 

                              • Celeste O Emberwing
                                Celeste O Emberwing

                                Celeste blinked, taking the tray that was thrust into her hands with confusion, “ um..thank you? “ she stammered, then hesitantly took a bite of one donut, before her stomach took full control of her brain and she ravenously stuffed the parestry into her bill, licking her fingers clean. She felt like she might be a bit sick from the sudden sugar rush but at the same time she felt giddy from the sensation of having something in her stomach.

                                 

                                her head and heart felt near ready to burst with a mixture of confusion, happiness, trepidation, curiosity, hope, who could have known a heart could hold such an infinite combination of emotions all at once? Even as a shiver went through her, another flicker of reality trying to erase her like an artist with the far end of a pencil correcting a smudge, she felt ...strangely happy, and a distinct need to stay closer to Death.

                                 

                                As she much more slowly nibbled upon a second donut, she shuffled sideways to stand in his shadow. Normally mine might have felt breathless, or at very least, a bit chilled in such proximity to the grim reaper, but Celeste instead felt a sense of profound belonging and security.

                                ” Megavolt...that makes you one of The Friendly Four, right? Neg...I mean, I’ve heard someone mention you before.”

                                • DarkwingPsycho
                                  DarkwingPsycho

                                  NMegavolt did, in fact, feel a strong chill ripple up his spine, making his fur stand on end.  "Whoa!  Need some gloves, buddy?  Must be a cold streak."  The scientist paused, then, and glanced curiously into Death's hooded face.  "Do I know you?" he asked.  "Did we go to high school together?  Wait - don't tell me.  Norman Lector, right?"

                                  Grabbing a doughnut for himself, NMegavolt absently bit into it and said, "Yeah!  Exactly.  We're an unbeatable team thanks to Darkwing Duck!"  He straightened proudly, his ratty cape flapping in the slight breeze.

                                  • Harmonizer
                                    Harmonizer

                                    "Yes, we have met," Death replied to Megavolt ominously. "And we will meet again." 

                                    The brief 'correction' turned his attention towards Celeste again. Patting was good, yes? Positive reinforcement. Much-ly encouraged. Vio liked it. So, he gently patted her back, careful not to startle her. "Come now, Celeste. Walk with me. We have much to discuss." 

                                    • Celeste O Emberwing
                                      Celeste O Emberwing

                                      “Right...Darkwing..he’s the one who looks like Negaduck only....a lot more of the..purple,” she decided to downplay her preferences as much as possible. Did she truly owe Negaduck any loyalty anyway? I mean, as far as she could tell, he’d abandoned her without a second thought and in the past only kept her around for the sake of keeping Gosalyn in check. But now...now she was pretty much on her own. In fact, her sort of sister was running around with this rodent’s group. She hadn’t even come back to the house for a while now. A sudden rush of concern filled her,” How is Gosalyn doing?”

                                       

                                      She paused at Death’s gentle touch and immediately turned her attention to him, not fully understanding but knowing this was probably something quite profound. Was Death personally escorting her to the afterlife, even though she hadn’t been hit by the truck? Is that how dying worked sometimes? She nodded. After all, when Death said “walk with me”, one couldn’t just..run off and hope to evade him, right? “Yes, Sir.” She said with grave seriousness and quietly sat the box of donuts and the remainder of the last one aside on a trash can. It seemed rude to eat in the presence of Death, sort of like thumbing her bill at the all mighty. Besides, you probably didn’t eat donuts..or maybe anything else..in the afterlife, right?

                                      • DarkwingPsycho
                                        DarkwingPsycho

                                        NMegavolt smiled obliviously.  "Great!  Sounds like fun!"

                                        He took another bite, then blinked in surprise at Celeste.  "Gosalyn?  She's great!  Best kid ever.  Why?  What do you know?  Who have you been talking to??" he asked urgently, suddenly sounding paranoid.  "How do you know her??"

                                        As Death and Celeste started moving off, NMegavolt looked a bit dejected.  "Hey, where ya goin'?  Can I take the rest of these doughnuts to my friends?"

                                        • Harmonizer
                                          Harmonizer

                                          Death's head gently tilted to the side. "Err, do you not want the rest of the donuts?" 

                                          When affirmed, he gave Megavolt a nod. 

                                          "Oh, and please tell Mr. Flud not to read any long books tomorrow." 

                                          He took Celeste's hand, and walked off. To Megavolt, it would look like he just blinked, and they disappeared. To Celeste, however, it just felt like they had stepped through a door into a small but very tall room, furnished with black and even darker black, aside from a golden omega symbol emblazoned on a heraldic flag at the back of the room on the wall, by a huge desk and chair. Shelves filled as much space as they could around the room, stretching to the ceiling, which was as high as the eye could see, filed with millions of scrolls and heavy books. Papers upon papers were stacked on the dark mahogany desk, along with a few pictures and strange trinkets, and, right out the open door and out on the balcony, there was a giant hourglass that stood from the ceiling to the ground below, running for all eternity, sand tinkling against sand as it poured from the top half of the crystal clear glass. It was very soothing. 

                                          Was this... the afterlife? No, it seemed a little too cluttered to be. 

                                          "Take a seat." Ignoring the fact that there were no seats. "You'll be safe here from being 'universally amended'. Tea?" he offered, pouring her a cup of tea from the teapot that had been there for... a day? A year? Just an hour? The time he had taken from leaving his office to coming back, at least. Time didn't work here very well as it did in the mortal plane. And unless he allowed it, it couldn't even interfere with his domain. 

                                          Yes. For lack of a better word, this is Death's home. 

                                          • Celeste O Emberwing
                                            Celeste O Emberwing

                                            OoC: hey guys, I’m sorry it took me so long to reply, I had to do a birthday party for my kids and then. I ended up getting the flu ..it’s been a mess. I’m sorry.

                                            celeste started to reply “She’s my sister...” to Megavolt but just as quickly, there was a flash and he was gone..or maybe they were gone? She wasn’t quite sure just what had happened. She felt as if they had walked through a door, but she couldn’t quite remember a door being there so much as the sensation.

                                            any questions she had dried up in her throat. She had never seen so many big beautiful books in her life and desperately wanted to touch them, but her hands were dirty so she refrained, wiping her hands subconsciously against her also dirty clothing.

                                             

                                            ”universally amended?” She repeated , blinking as she sank onto a spot on the floor out of the way, her hands folding around the offered cup as she took a sip. The tea was...strange..earthy and not unpleasant but when she tried to compare it to anything she’d ever had before, she kept coming up blank. She felt as if she were being discourteous but had no idea how to respond.

                                             

                                            OOC: would you like me to play another Negaverse resident to come along and interact with Megavolt?

                                            • Harmonizer
                                              Harmonizer

                                              ((OOC: Hey, no worries! I've been plenty busy myself! Hope you're doing okay now!)) 

                                              "Nothing important," Death waved a hand as he started to leave the room. A beat, then he turned back to Celeste. "I suppose you may want an explanation. Hmm. I rarely had to give one, but all right. You already know who I am, don't you? As such, I will skip the formalties and get straight to it. You should not have existed." 

                                              Well, that was harsh. 

                                              Death moved over, his skeletal hand tracing each spine of a book until he found what he was looking for, and pulled it out, placing it in front of Celeste, already turned to the desired page. On it was an illustration of a human in a fetal position, branching roots from its back, more humans identical to it at the end of each root. There were so many. And, before her eyes, they seemed to shift and move. The smaller roots would fade, or grow larger. Some grew darker, or brighter. Then they vanished again. 

                                              "People make choices, decisions, actions, that change the course of their paths constantly. But there are times they may have chosen something else. That is how multiple universes are unconsciously created. I find the best way to describe it is that it resembles... the roots of a plant. Some are strong enough to persist as their own universe, but others, weak enough, eventually fade or merge back into the universe they broke away from. And most of the time, when someone decides to make a major, unanimous choice, like... creating a life, all of their duplicates will make that choice as well. That was how they were created before, as were the ones before them." 

                                              He gazed at Celeste seriously, blue pinpricks of light gazing out from the darkness. 

                                              "You were created from a major choice. However, it was not a path any one of your... birth parents would have chosen. However, one pair of them, situated in the universe you resided in, had done it. It could have been a minor accident, or a trivial action that was supposed to be inconsequential. However, you were conceived. As a result, the timeline veered off-course, creating an abnormal universe, where everything is the same except... for your existence. Nothing you do will ever create alternate dimensions, as you are a singular being throughout multiple universes in the intricate fabric of reality. As it is, since so little impact was made, the anomaly had already merged back with the Negaverse. It is... a complicated thing. But what you should know is that it is aware that you are not supposed to exist, and that it had made a mistake. And it is trying to fix it." 

                                              He paused and cleared his throat. 

                                              "By trying to get rid of you." 

                                              Was she upset? Should he pet her again? He petted her again. 

                                              "Do not worry too much. It is doing a very shoddy job. And I want to help you. That is why you are here. I need to find you a place where it would not think to look." 

                                              • Celeste O Emberwing
                                                Celeste O Emberwing

                                                OoC: I know I’m not supposed to skip turns, but since this is a conversation between Celeste and Death and Megavolt is not in the room with them, hoping this is okay? Also, DisneyPsycho, if you want me to, would be happy to use one of my other characters to interact with Ariana or Darkwing in this thread in Darkwing’s universe or someone in the Negaverse? Not trying to cut you out of the storyline at all.

                                                 

                                                Celeste considers this slowly, her brow furrowed,”that actually makes a lot of sense. I think I should be feeling like crying right now. A little part of me does, but the bigger part of me just wants to sign in ...relief kind of...like...okay I knew there was something very wrong with me and now I kinda get why I always felt that way? I...mean. People act..hostile to me. Like they sense I’m not supposed to be here. You saw the  baker..he got really upset, almost like...because it was me, and when he touched my arm, it sort of made it even worse. As if he could sense I wasn’t supposed to be there...so.....” she drew in a deep breath them blew it out, looking up into the blue eyes she thought she perceived. “ what..happens now? I mean...do I..do you...make it so I don’t exist or never existed and everyone forgets?”

                                                 

                                                 

                                                • Harmonizer
                                                  Harmonizer

                                                  Death was satisfied she had begun to understand her situation, but at her last words, he looked affronted. "Why does everyone think I show up only to take their souls? Granted, I do it all the time, but-" 

                                                  A beat, then he sighed. "Fair enough. But no, child. I brought you here only to help you. Everyone should have a chance at... existing. If not in your home dimension, then elsewhere." 

                                                  He was not feeling particularly optimistic, which was common with Death, but he did want to help. And help he would. 

                                                  "Now, which world... as you mortals say, tickles your fancy?" 

                                                  • Celeste O Emberwing
                                                    Celeste O Emberwing

                                                    She blinked, surprised,” I never..really thought about it, I mean. I’ve read a lot of science fiction but...the only other world I ever knew about was the one Negaduck was always disappearing off to..well..he went to a lot of them, but he only ever mentioned the one to me, the one where he had a double who was a hero. I’ve never been there though. Honestly, he was the only one who ever seemed to want me around and that was...because I helped with Gosalyn. But other than that...no one really seems to want me around.” She picked at a hole in the knee of her jeans and looked down,” it probably won’t be any different in any other universe I guess. I mean...maybe I could try and find Negaduck again, but since Gosalyn isn’t around for me to watch after, he might not even want me around anymore...”

                                                    • Harmonizer
                                                      Harmonizer

                                                      "Negaduck, you say? Hmm." 

                                                      It wasn't a thoughtful hmm. It sounded more like scorn and disgust. It was not directed at her, however. Even if he did not have a good memory, seeing his name as the cause of death or NDE (Near Death Experiences) so many times... it just tends to stick and become annoying. 

                                                      "Would you like to see him? I am unwilling to dash any hopes you have about that mortal, but..." 

                                                      He let that sentence hang. 

                                                      "Err. Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard is fine, though. Only one near-me experience so far, but she's been happy. You could see her too. She might not remember you at first but love would fix that. As cliche as that sounds."