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It was quite some time since his death. Since the white light embraced him on the Other Side. Any time past that point was a blank to Damon. He couldn’t even recall how he came back to the plane of the living. The sight of trees that surrounded him, brought a familiarity. It took awhile for Damon to get a sense over gravity again, boots staggered upon the leaves and branches. Once the former vampire got onto a road he spotted a person. His mouth hung open as if he were going to say something but not even a sound came out. Suddenly his face scrunched up in distaste that transitioned into a childish pout. Alas, he decided to wave his arms in the air – in hopes the person would notice.