He had waited so long for her. Oh, how very long - centuries upon centuries. And yet, he would not have been ready for her, before now. She had come to him precisely when he had needed her most, when we was at last able to love her. And how very much he did, too - for centuries upon centuries. A hundred thousand nights worth of love, and still more, even after she had gone. The universe was filled with imprints she had left behind for him, places stamped with memories, dresses that smelled of sex and rain, worlds that had been saved with her help, and of course, a little blue book.