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Mort sat in his airplane seat, the girl dozing off repeatedly next to him. He looked down at the mysterious creature. "What happened back there?" He asked softly, recalling the dead body of Fargas.
The girl was dozed off so he nudged her. She woke up and sighed. "The old man caught someone stealing, I guess," The girl replied, her voice empty of any tone of recognition.
"What do you guess happened to him?"
"He drowned," The girl replied, simply.
Mort let out a long breath, seeing that there was never a moment that this girl was not on. "With a little help from who?" He questioned.
The girl shrugged. "He's dead. Who cares?" She said, cuddling up against him.
He looked at her strangely, but did not comment on her actions. "I do. I could easily wind up the same way."
"Not with me around to look after you," The girl replied, her voice muffled by Mort's arm.
Mort nodded. "I see then. You're my guardian angel."
"If you say so," The girl replied.
Mort looked around the airplane. "Somebody's playing a game with me."
The girl looked up at him. "Of course. You're a part of it. And you're getting to like it." she said, drowsily. She burrowed herself deeper into his coat and fell asleep.