Forty-ThreeA thick fog encircled my feet and rose into the air above me; it was as though I were inside a cloud.
“You did it.” Came the whisper of a voice, familiar, yet strange at the same time.
“Did what?” I asked, while turning a slow circle, trying to pinpoint the exact location the voice came from. There was no reply. “Did what?” I asked again, louder. I waited. I was about to ask for the third time when I heard the voice again.
“He will remember!” The voice exclaimed happily.
It was then that I realized the sound was coming from within. “Mary? Is that you?” I asked knowing with every bit of me that it was.
“Yes.”
“Where have you been?” I asked, a bit more harshly than I had intended.
“Where I've always been; with you.”
“Why haven't I felt you, or dreamed of you?” I said, stir
