"I'll take that as a yes," he said pulling her against him. "Hold tight," he said as he lifted his eyes to the ceiling and began to chant. She grabbed...on tight to him and felt instantly dizzy. The room shifted and blurred, turned green, black, wavy. She could feel his arms around her. Just as she thought she was going to throw up, the world shifted again, became still, clear. He released her. "We're home." She looked around at the green forest, manicured lawn and to the big welcoming house in. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail.She cracked open the screen door and invited me in.“I am so happy,” she began, “you did not forget me.”She stretched out her arms and we hugged briefly- a tradition in Mexico, amongst family and friends, only Catalina lingered for a second or so longer than usual.“You are a tall man,” Catalina remarked. She took a step back. “I should hug you like this…”Catalina catapulted across the floor, flinging herself on to me, her arms grabbing my shoulders. Sir and madame pretended not to understand it when I asked him earlier.”She smiled as John winced at the second sentence.I said, “No need for ‘sir.’ My name is Craig.”John added, “I’ve told you countless times there’s no need for that ‘sir’ nonsense. ‘John’ is fine.”“I am on the clock, sir.”I asked, “Do you often drink on the clock?”“The conditions of my employment are very lax in certain respects, sir,” she smiled coyly. “I can have a drink with company if I don’t have other work to do. Lunch. I interviewed for a job, and I know this sounds corny, but I swear I fell in love with him at that moment." Jennifer wasn't sure why she had tossed in that last part, Monica seemed very familiar to her, like they had known each other much longer than they really had. She felt comfortable with Monica, and somehow that seemed right.Monica surprised her by setting the bags down and stepping to her. Monica hugged Jennifer and said "Congratulation's Jen, he loved you too." Monica then released Jen.