I decided that I needed to get away somewhere to get my head around what I was going to do. So I booked a short break in Amsterdam. I’d been there b...fore with my wife and I had always wanted to go back. On the flight over I started to doubt the sense of going to Amsterdam (or anywhere). How could this possibly help? Would I just spend the whole time depressed about the separation? The first night validated my decision beyond my wildest dreams. Having checked into the hotel, I wandered into town. "It was so real. But, yet, so..." "Sophomoric?" "Yeah. I'm ashamed I would come up with dreams like that." "I had the same kind of dream!" she tried to assure him. "But you, you're not a professional writer." "Well, you *didn't* write it. You're too good of a writer to have even tried. "I couldn't have gotten it on TV, anyway," he smiled, sitting up. "See what a smart husband I married," she smiled at him. "You stick with things that Richie and I can watch." "Like girls in skimpy costumes?" he. “Had I just made a friend?!” I laughed to myself. I paid my bar tab and went to the ladies room; drunk and dreading heading back to my apartment for another dose of loneliness. As I washed my hands, I noticed my eyes were glossy and I was much more tipsy then I realized. I returned to my barstool, finished the last sip of my beer, and turned to go out to the street and hail a cab. “Nightcap?” Said Bill while tapping my shoulder. “I’m staying at a hotel down the street and could use some. I rolled over and glanced at the floor. There I saw the silvery outline of the window panes but with an unexpected change. I looked up and there against the regular grid of the window, stood a tall silhouette. My first instinct was to reach out to Tamsin. Finding the space next to me empty, I smiled and must have said something like, “Come to bed honey.” But the figure did not move. I looked at it again through the semi-darkness and this time noted that there was something unfamiliar in its.