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More relevant disclaimer: I wrote this in an incredible rush, so please excuse any horrible writing, spelling, and/or plot holes.
"Thanks for waiting, um... construction guy,"
"Hm? Oh, yeah, no problem. Hey, what's wrong with your friend over there?" The man nodded towards Frank.
"Oh, him. He kind of likes to lie in the mud and mumble and twitch sometimes. Don't worry about him."
"Are you sure? I think he's started crying,"
Mina looked over again. Frank was now shuddering with quiet sobs, mumbling things like "Ground.. real ground... and I can feel it..." and "Wonderful... just wonderful. If only I could move..." Mina shook her head pityingly.
"No, no. He's just had an, ah, experience. Anyway, thanks a bunch. Have a wonderful life filled with sunshine and smiles." And with that Mina turned and walked purposefully to Frank. He had sat up now and was contemplating the mud on the ground before him.
"You never really appreciate things like dirt until you spend twenty odd years hardly able to see it, let alone feel it."
"Yes, and cover yourself in it. You look frightful."
"Do I? Well, once in fifty years is hardly something to fret over,"
Mina grinned. Yeah, this was definitely Frank. Suddenly she remembered. "Um, Frank, your house..."
"Yes," he said, standing up. "I don't think I could live there anymore anyway. I've died once in that house, I'm not so keen on doing it again."
"Yeah, okay." Mina crossed her arms. Mina uncrossed her arms. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Frank watched her with mild interest.
"Ah, so... yeah," she said lamely. "Uh, so I guess you don't really, ah, have anywhere to, you know... go, or whatever..."
"Darling, is there something you're trying to ask me?" he was smirking to the highest degree.
"Ok, ok. Doyouwanttostaywithmeuntilyougetbackonyourfeet?" She said it one breath. "There, I said it." She paused. "So? Or, even just to get you some new clothes, maybe a haircut..."
"Why, my dear, I'm quite touched! And no, I think I'll manage, yes, new clothes might be nice if I'm to enter Earth society, and. My hair. Is. Fine."
Mina actually laughed out loud. "Alright, alright. At least come back to my apartment to take a shower. Please."
Frank smiled. "I would love to,"
"Good. Now, come on. Lets get you cleaned up."
This is perhaps almost definitely what might be the final chapter, maybe. There may or may not be more... this decade. I'm going to try to finish my POTO fic. Good ending? Bad ending? Only ending I've ever written, apart from "Soon they were running down the fresh spring paths." in 5th grade. Oh gods. Please review!!! I need fan support. I'm a very insecure person without the approval of others. Tee hee.