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Claire felt light. It was a different feeling, almost spirited. Her gown billowed but she felt no wind against her skin, only warmth. She could make out his silhouette through the transparency. He approached and took her hand. She asked him where they were going.

"Nowhere Claire. We're still here."

"Where are we now?"

"Some place you'll know much later." He smiled with such gentleness and she tried to remember where they might have met before. But she couldn't see him as well as she hoped. She couldn't tell what color his eyes were.

"I'm afraid," Claire paused, "I'm afraid I've done something wrong."

He pulled Claire closer, "I know, but these things happen, sometimes unavoidable. It's not your fault." He touched Claire's cheek and she could not cry.

"It's not time. You will all make mistakes, but you must understand for yourself." And with that he let go of her. She felt the wind again and her chest drop.

Claire could hear faint beeping behind her as she opened her eyes. The doctor's eyes greeted her warmly, "Welcome back Claire."