Continued from HereSo, here we were. Cordelia and I, in the old Hyperion. Cordelia who should be dead. Much like Fred. The only difference? Unlike Fred, Cordelia's essence was still around. And loudly at that. At first I had tried to convince myself she had just been a figment of my overly insane and drunk mind. And I'd been quite convincing too, ( Read more... )

( too bad we'll never know... )

( Of Rainbow and Kittens )