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  "Alice," she said. "Show Peter the way."

  Alice led me through the forest, her willowy form making light work of the tangled branches. Meanwhile, I lumbered after her, dragging my tiresome baggage. We were heading east, in the direction of my car. It was ironic, I thought; the exit probably lay only a few paces to the south of where I'd crashed. We walked for longer than I expected, Alice always ahead, never turning, never speaking. Then the ground began to rise, the forest thinned and suddenly we were crossing a meadow, heading for a prominent hill.

  When we reached the top, she sat down and waited for me to catch up. Breathless, I gazed around at an unbroken view of meadows, woods and lakes. "You can see the house from here," she said, pointing back across the valley.

  There it was, its red brick glowing warmly. Of course we should have come upon the highway ages ago but there was nothing - only wide open spaces, and in the midst of it all stood the lone house. The highways simply were not there any more. She looked at me, as if to gauge my reaction, then rose quickly and began trotting back down the hill. Her eyes, like Rosemary's were now perfectly synchronised with my own. And in them I had read love and kindness,… and sympathy.

  I remained there for a moment, rooted by a mixture of despair and grief, but then I called after her: "Where are we going?"

  She turned then, and very gently she replied: "There are no more destinations, Peter. We have arrived, you and I."

  She led me back through the forest, eventually bringing me to the pond by which I had first glimpsed her and Rosemary - except it was no longer a pond but the inlet of a much larger lake. There was no obscuring concrete embankment, no traffic roar, just sunlight on water and more forests and hills rising in the distance. This is what they had seen yesterday, I thought - even Rosemary,… or perhaps Rosemary most of all. They had been unmoved by the thunder of the traffic because for them it had not existed. I thought back to the accident - eighty miles an hour, plummeting twenty meters to the ground. Was it reasonable to go on believing I might have escaped unhurt? Had things been more serious,.. as serious as perhaps they had been for Alice?

  "How long have you been here," I asked.

  "I forget," she replied. "It's not important,… "

  "And me?.." I said. "I'm,… "

  "Yes," she said. "You're with us now."

  "But you and Rosemary seem so happy. Am I not intruding."

  She smiled. "Judge nothing here by what you know of life," she said. "Rosemary can be all things. Mother, lover, friend,… " She caught my eye once more. "It's really no different here to anywhere else," she said. "There is a reason for your coming - as there was in mine." She brushed my face with her fingers and smiled. "It really is lovely that you've come," she said.

  We turned to leave but then she paused and gestured to my bag. "Leave it," she said.

  I looked at it, crumpled and scuffed from a lifetime of travelling, a million miles of highway, an endless litany of destinations. I was tired of it, so I put it down by the water's edge and walked away.

  Rosemary was by the house, feeling her way among the delicate stems of a clematis, her light touch seeking the beauty of its tissue-thin blooms. She paused at our approach and looked towards me, her eyes passive, waiting. Then she reached out, inviting my embrace. And when she gathered me in her arms, she raised her lips to my ear and I felt her whispered words, hot and curling against my skin.

  "Don't be afraid," she said. "Look into my eyes once more."

  Steadying myself against the warm press of her, I looked and then I knew this was not the end of anything,… more the beginning of a greater understanding of what my life had been about. I breathed deeply of something sweet,…

  … .and I was not afraid any more.

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