Marilyn knows it isn't Edgar, not really. A few lines of code designed to mimic character traits he thought people would respond to. A face that bears only the most superficial resemblance to a husband who is gone and never coming back.
Still, as she touches bloodied fingertips to fractured glass, she wishes she could believe.
"He'd be so proud of you," she says, and feels the truth of it deep inside her frozen core.
Mister Wilson's face twitches - calling it a glitch seems pointlessly cruel at this point - and he mumbles something that gets lost in the staticky void between worlds. She understands anyway, and laughs a choking, clotted laugh.
"Me too," she said. "I loved being a party planner. Loved my little stand at the Mall. Loved meeting all the people, even the ones who stopped by for a chat and a look-see and would never become paying clients. Always was a people person."
In the darkness, a thousand headlights gleam. The light is blinding and the thought occurs to her that Eerie could never have supported a sanitation force of this size.
She climbs to her feet and holds her head high as the Garbage Men advance.
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