Madriod POV

"Elsie?" Her name resounded in his head rather than voicing it out with his lips.

Madriod stood facing her, his face lit in a large smile. He rubbed his eyes and subtly pinched his arms to assure himself that wasn't a dream of some sort.

"It's really you!" He exclaimed much to Elsie's surprise.

"Who are you?" She demanded in a rash tone.

The smile from his face faded. He began to doubt himself for a moment if this was truly Elsie. But she looked and sounded like Elsie only that her unique scent was a bit stronger than the usual scent he perceived on her.

Elsie aggressively...