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"Ahemm.." Comes a grunt from the hallway outside of my cell. "Will?" So maybe someone will still talk to me....


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"Um. Hey Syd. It's great to see you again." Will stares down at his feet, unable to meet his old friend's eyes.

"Hi. It's nice to see you too." Sydney smiles, nervous that he's not looking her in the eye.

After a few too many moments of silence, Sydney decides to speak up.

"You are the only one who will still speak to me, so, uh, thank you for this.." Sydney gestures blankly.

"Sure, no problem." He replies, just as solemnly.

Will looks as if he is concentrating on something, so Sydney decides to stay quiet. Moments later, his expression turns angry as he boldly raises his head to stare her in the eye.

"How could you do that to him, Sydney, just leave him like that." He maintains eye contact, fuming.

"Do what to whom?" Sydney asks, confused.

"Don't play games with me, Sydney, you know who I mean! Mike has been a mess since you left, and with Sark for that matter." Will yells as Sydney recoils, averting her eyes nervously.

"Didn't you love Vaughn, Sydney? Or did you love the heartless assassin? Which is it?"

"I...I.." She cannot find her tongue.

"You did love Sark, didn't you?! I should have expected it!" Will waves his hands violently.

A wave a anger flushes over Sydney as she looks him straight in the eye, a familiar quote popping into her head, "Almost perfect... but not quite.' Those were the words of grown-up Mary, talking about her handsome beau, the one she wasn't gonna marry. 'Squeezes me a bit too tight--Almost perfect... but not quite'."
Will looks confused momentarily, "Shel Silverstein."
Sydney nods, "I thought I loved him. I really did. But I was fooling myself. You have to understand, Will, there was no way for me to come back when I realized what I did wasn't going well. I would never be welcome. I never will be welcome."
He takes a few moments of contemplation before nodding his head. Just as he is only a foot from the rising gate, he turns back to her.
"Ninety-eight the day she died, complainin' 'bout the spotless floor. People shook their heads and sighed, 'Guess that she'll like heaven more.' Up went her soul on feathered wings, out the door, up out of sight. Another voice from heaven came-- 'Almost perfect... but not quite'." Will recites quietly.

He looks right into her soulful eyes, "Was she ever happy Sydney?"

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