Alec Holland / The Swamp Thing

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I saw her... I was with her...

She is gone.

And here I am... called once again as guardian... of this tiny Green... and its oddities.

(But Abby is alright... She was in my arms.

It was as if I... had never left.)

Purpose. A curious word. I sense many new faces... among the old. Time has passed... since I left. 

I am again reminded... of my function.

I will think.