And she squeezed my hand again, and then she closed her eyes once more. I could almost feel her thoughts racing through space and time, looking for one last treasure, one last beautiful moment she could hold on to. Perhaps she thought of the children and me, or of her sister and her parents, the past and the future. One last great explosion of thoughts and feelings, tangled fear and trust, and already it was flying away with her, astonishingly fast and strange and immeasurably far away.
