It was Archie's last night in the hospital. He couldn't sleep at all. He was so excited to finally come home. He couldn't wait to see his babies. He couldn't wait to hold them. He couldn't wait to be able to dance with Lily—to kiss her. He couldn't wait to play with Mary. Neville cautioned him he would have to take it easy for a couple more weeks. But he could breathe now. He didn't have any infection anymore. He was ready to live again. He had spent two weeks in the hospital sleeping and staring at the walls as if he were in a life long time out. Of course he knew that wasn't really the case but that's how he felt. He just couldn't wait to get back to living. Nothing was more important to Archibald then his family.
By the time the clock struck 1 o'clock Archibald closed his eyes. Friends, loved ones, family all came through his mind and he was grateful for all of them. Finally he was coming back to them. He took in deep breaths. It felt so good to be able to breathe. He let out deep breaths. Finally at the stroke of 3 o'clock he did fall asleep. He dreamed of dancing with Lily and playing with Mary. He dreamed of teaching his children to swim. Mary first since she was nearly 3. In a few years he would start to teach the twins to swim. He dreamed of laughing with Lily. He dreamed of sharing a glass of wine with his brother. He dreamed of taking the babies out to the garden in their strollers. Archie dreamed of all of this. By the time he woke up he was ready to go home.