Note: this episode with Peter is the same scene as the previous post from Nine’s perspective. Choose your path.
Walking up the hill, Peter quietly made his way through the cemetery. The time, nine after nine, his phone told him. Looking up, he found Nine approaching. It felt as though the universe was trying to tell him something. Nine never came after nine. There was only Nine. He had seen her earlier in the evening inside the funeral home, and here she came again, on the time.
Nine after Nine.
She wore a coat over what appeared to be a nightshirt leaving her legs bare with wool socks scrunched down to her sneakers. Her attire made her appear younger, childlike.
“Tara has been in your head, Peter.”
“Tara is as real to me as you are standing before me now.”