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WHO: Ceana & Bertie
WHEN: Saturday
WHERE: Subway, Times Square
WHAT: Hubby plz come collect your seal-wife

Ceana wasn't really enjoying the tuna sandwich she'd been bought. It was better than the food they'd given her at the hospital, but it wasn't anything like the fish she'd fed on during the darkness. She'd felt like a seal again, tearing into the flesh and forgetting how weak her human teeth were.

She chewed slowly, watching the man who spoke to her. He'd let her use his phone and he'd bought her food. She knew his type. He thought she was delicate and ethereal. He wanted to take her away and look after her, wanted to lay his lips on her skin. She knew his type.

Ceana waited for Bertie.

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The house had been too empty without Ceana. Bertie hadn't expected her absence to be so visible, so startling. When his co-workers asked how he'd fared during the blackout, Bertie had answered "My wife is missing" without even pondering when he'd begun to honestly think of Ceana as his wife.

He had more or less sprinted from the moment he got off the actual subway until he reached the Subway Ceana was eating in. He was not in sprinting shape, so he was panting quite badly by the time he got there. But none of that mattered when he saw that Ceana was actually here and alive.

"Ceana!"