Slow down Jack. You're walking too fast. I can't keep up. I'm not as young as I was. I know, I know that you forget. Time is slipping through my fingers and I can't stop it, even for you.

Every day I look in the mirror and there's another line on my face or another grey hair on my head. I hate them. Not because they show my age but because each one takes me further away from you. Don't talk like that, Jack. You tell me such sweet, wonderful lies that sometimes I almost dare to believe them.

Oh why must it happen? Why must I grow old without you?

I'm so afraid.

Please Jack, don't walk too fast. You're leaving me behind and no, I'm not talking about walking now.

Slow down and walk beside me once more.

With luck things might be as they were before.