Reaching out in pure darkness...... feeling a thickness in the air.... feeling the black! She can sense that he is there - his energy she can feel. he's trying to make a connection with her.... thoughts. thoughts having grown out of visions and dreams.... patchy slides changing frame each time she blinks. She wanders through the night - the blackness - chilled by a breeze that actually comforts her... take her to her 'warm place'. She cries because she fears what is ahead of her..... She screams out for him and his thoughts.... but he can't be there.

What if he could be? "what ifs" are funny little games that seem to play in her head... using her mind as a playing field to dig-in and claim territory..... Games just waiting for that solitary tear to drop and roll down her check.... signalling the beginning - light the torch - drop the flag - pull the trigger! Let the games begin - against her will.............

One step at a time, closer and closer to being farther apart.... She knows his insides. She knows what is reality. She knows he is reaching out with everything he has...... She also knows that she's just not strong enough to earn defeat with the enemies in her head. and it's not his responsibility to do so........

She should be satisfied with his efforts.... certainly they seem much stronger than her own.

But it's just a game...... all he can do is follow the rules........