The Queen hugs back, looking surprisingly teary-eyed. "My darling," she whispers into his neck. "How I missed you. . ." Then what he said registers, and she pulls back a bit. "What do you mean, mostly you? You seem to be here in your entirety."
"He's not," Alice says, stepping forward. "That's not his body you're holding. It belongs to Victor Van Dort. My love."
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Date: 2011-02-27 03:55 am (UTC)From:"He's not," Alice says, stepping forward. "That's not his body you're holding. It belongs to Victor Van Dort. My love."