CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE

Still trapped in her own world, Tegwen stood on the bridge, watching Duckburg wistfully as it sparkled with lights in the the cloak of night. Slowly, she took Fenton's jacket off and hung it by one sleeve over the dark bay waters below her. It swayed in the breeze, seeming to give Tegwen a melancholy wave good-bye. With a defeated sigh, she pulled it back over the railing and held it to her cheek, letting her tears soak into its cloth. "Some things should never been thrown away."

She took a few steps toward her hometown but froze, her legs unwilling to carry her beyond the halfway point between Duckburg and St. Canard. Try as she might, the simply wouldn't budge.

"Someday," Tegwen spoke softly, her eyes scanning the sleeping city across the bay desperately. "Someday, I'll give this jacket back to you, Fenton. Someday, when I can go back home." She turned away and headed into the heart of St. Canard. "I guess today isn't someday." She cast a sorrowful glance over her shoulder at her hometown. "I wish it was." Tegwen continued walking, hanging her head sadly. "God how I wish it was."



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