All Hallows Eve, a time when the veil between the world of the living and the world of the dead was thinnest. In some way he knew that he wasnt alive, but that didnt make this less real as he walked the streets of Inverness finding himself suddenly at her window gazing up at her, his Claire, his love, his life. She hadnt walked through the stones yet. she had no idea of the adventure before her, and he saw her as she was before...before him.
Staring up at her he was lost in the sight of her in candlelight. the shadows playing across her lovely face. his arms itched to hold her, his lips ached for her kiss.
"Can I help you?"
He stiffened, he never knew how much Frank sounded like Randal. feeling the msn close he turned.
fading into the night like the shadow of things yet to be.