Joan looked up, startled by the use of her original name.
It was Michael.
A streak of red glared in his blond hair, and some indescribable, fundamental difference in the way he carried himself proclaimed the change he had borne, but he was still her Michael. No longer tired, she surged to her feet, stood on tiptoe, and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
"Michael! Oh my gosh, I've heard so many different stories - I'm so glad you're okay - I thought you'd been banished - well thank God I didn't have to search in Hell for you -"
She stopped and stepped back, blushing.
"Sorry I'm babbling. I was just worried about you." She paused, not sure how he would take the news.
"I'm kind of your replacement," she muttered, looking away, hands unconsciously clasped behind her back, feet apart, in the soldier's stance Michael had taught her.
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It was Michael.
A streak of red glared in his blond hair, and some indescribable, fundamental difference in the way he carried himself proclaimed the change he had borne, but he was still her Michael. No longer tired, she surged to her feet, stood on tiptoe, and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
"Michael! Oh my gosh, I've heard so many different stories - I'm so glad you're okay - I thought you'd been banished - well thank God I didn't have to search in Hell for you -"
She stopped and stepped back, blushing.
"Sorry I'm babbling. I was just worried about you." She paused, not sure how he would take the news.
"I'm kind of your replacement," she muttered, looking away, hands unconsciously clasped behind her back, feet apart, in the soldier's stance Michael had taught her.