Greed continued to squeeze her neck, but now she was laughing at him. Laugh, laugh, keep laughing he thought, his grip of steel. By the time she dropped to the ground he stood now laughing proudly. "I don't need you. I don't!" His laughter faded though and the rain started to pour again. There was a second body to drag back to the carriage but it felt heavier, like Lust was weighed down with two-ton bricks. The more he pulled her the heavier she became. He ended up tripping over her, her skin a pale shade against her bright red dress. Now was the point he expected her to revive, but she didn't.
He didn't remember this ever happening, but it was there as if it had. He gathered her again trying for the carriage, but the carriage had moved. It was further away now. It was then that present Zoe gripped his fingers, a ghost of a world he wasn't in.
His face was still wet, the clammy sweat a blanket. His grip loosened on the pillow.