Some have seen it through the past three months of massacre and endless sacrifice.Thousands of Corpses have been swept under the trench,to rot and decompose into the final stage of nothingness. Still no letter from his spouse.
A Wheezing and Groaning Sound pierces through silence. An Unfamiliar thin,tall blue box fades in and out of the trench. It appears fully, and the door unlocks.
A man with particularly edwardian clothing steps out,followed by a Young adult with braided hair. The final person steps out.A woman with Brown hair.He recognises her. She hands John a letter and whispers gently "Merry Christmas." The two strangers leave in their blue box and it fades into the air,leaving the two in peace together.
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