Rain
It's raining outside.
It's the same rain, Sally says. Gorgeous Sally Sparrow. She's what I've been waiting for, all these years. Waiting to deliver a message from forty years in the past. Well, I've done it. It's over. No more waiting, nothing more to look forward to.
Sally says she'll stay.
She sits on the edge of my bed, and holds my hand. She looks so young, next to me.
Her hand looks so young, next to mine.
Sally Sparrow stays with me, sitting on the edge of my bed, holding my hand, for as long as the rain falls.
