"Momma, where are we going?" Adrien asked. Her mother had taken her hand and was leading her into the darkness.

"Well, sweetheart, there's a lot that we have to talk about. A lot has happened since we spoke last," the woman answered.

"Yes, a lot has," Adrien answered. There was a little bitterness in her voice, "Such as, you died."

"But, here I am. You're touching me, talking to me."

"I don't understand why. You said that I'm not dead."

"Sweetheart," the woman continued, "spending so much time with that logical man has made you forget that there's something beyond what you see."

"No, Mom, I just know that there's something different than what you believed."

"Sweetheart, I figured it out too. We just didn't get enough time together for me to tell you before I died. I'm glad that you figured it out for yourself."

"If it wasn't for Madame Daniela then I wouldn't have."

"I know. I just thank God that your father wasn't that much of an influence on you. But anyway, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't saved too dear. We have a lot to talk about. Look at this."

Adrien's mother pointed to a bright light that was shining in front of them.

Suddenly, Adrien could see all of the hard things in her life play before her.

She saw her mother and father fighting when she was a toddler, and she was under the table hiding her baby brother Simon.

Then she saw herself as a young girl of 5, dressed in a Cheyenne dress, in a teepee.

"What do you mean I'm a white man? I'm not a white man!" the young Adrien exclaimed.

She recognized the Cheyenne's medicine man, Running Bear, in his younger days.

"No, little one," he said, "you are not one of us. You and your mother and brother came here many moons ago to hide from your father. We let you live as one of us, but your mother has gone to live with the white man gypsy, and the angry Apache dog soldiers come. You and your brother will be safer with your own kind."

Then, she saw herself at the funeral of all her step mothers, at most she was holding the youngest of the family, most often a newborn.

Next, she saw the house of Madame Daniela. It was the biggest house in Colorado Springs. Adrien was now 13. She was dancing in the studio inside the Madame's house with her best friend that was a couple years older, Lydia. Madame Daniela came in with a box.

"Adrianna, come here," she commanded.

"Yes, Madame," the young Adrien answered, and she stopped dancing and went to the Madame's side. "What is it Madame?"

"Those pointe shoes of yours are too worn out. You need new ones."

"I will try to find a way to get some, Madame."

"Don't worry, " the old woman answered. "You have much promise Adrien. I don't want your training to suffer, so I got you new ones." She opened the box and handed the teenage Adrien a pair of new ballet slippers. "Try those and see how they feel."

"When will I get to learn pointe, Madame?" Lydia burst out angrily.

"When you finally perfect your footwork," the Madame retorted sharply back.

"But, Madame…"

"That's enough, Lydia. Go through your exercises once more, and then go home." Madame replied before Lydia could finish, "Adrianna, come with me."

Adrien followed Madame out of the studio. Suddenly, Madame fell against the wall, unable to breathe.

"Madame, Madame," Adrien cried, reaching out to catch her and help her down to the floor. Madame Daniela continued to gasp for air.

"Lydia, get the doctor, quick!" Adrien screamed.

"Mother," the adult Adrien interrupted, "What does all of this have to do with me now. Why do I have to see all these painful memories?"

"Sweetheart, you have never let these hurts go. You need to realize that they all had a purpose. Look at what Madame gave you."

"She gave me dance. She gave me a way out from under my father's iron fist."

"Yes, and if she hadn't have died, at that point, you would have never taken the audition at the Boston Ballet, would you?"

"No, I wouldn't have."

"And you never would have met Adam," her mother pointed out.

"And if I had remained with the Cheyenne, none of it would have ever happened." Adrien realized.

"You see dear. God had a purpose and design for it all. You need to let the hurt go now."

"Alright, Charity Cooper," Adrien challenged, "if all that had a purpose, then why did Adam ever leave me? Why was I raped? Why did I have to lose both my children? Why did I have to shoot my own father? Why can't I get out of this place and back to Adam? Why did you take off with gypsies and abandon your children? What is the purpose there?"

"My Adrien, my sweet Adrien, think about it, you will see purpose. Let's look at those memories."

All of those memories were replayed in front of Adrien. Even the night that she had Little Adam, and the night that she lost him.

"Adrien, how is he doing?" her friend, Grace, asked.

"Oh, he's wonderful, Grace. He hardly ever cries, and he's so sweet. He looks just like his father don't you think?" Adrien answered.

"Yes, Adrien, he does look like his father," Grace answered, "but he's so small, is he eating any better?"

"Not yet, but he'll get it. Just give him time, Grace."

Adrien never remembered seeing it them, but she was comforting Grace just to comfort herself. She felt the gut feeling that she'd had back then. She knew that the baby wasn't strong enough.

She saw herself give the baby to Grace, so she could get some rest.

"Wake me if he wakes up." Adrien instructed, but the baby only woke up enough to cry a little before he passed.

"What can be the purpose in losing my children?" Adrien asked with tears in her eyes.

"Sweetheart," her mother comforted, "you learned great lessons from those losses didn't you?"

"Yes, mother, I did. But, why did they have to die for me to learn that?"

"Sweetheart, you had to reap what you planted."

"I know, I know." Adrien answered, tears falling.

"And sweetheart, those children are safe now. Do you want to see them before you go back?"

"What? Go back where? Wait…" She trailed off as she realized what her mother was saying. "I can see my children?"

"Yes, dear," her mother answered, "You can spend a little time with them."

She followed her mother. Suddenly, a grand meadow appeared, and there was a gazebo. In the gazebo, a young woman and a little boy were playing gamed together.

"Hello Mom! Hello Grandma!" the young woman shouted when she looked up and saw them.

"Becca? Is that you?" Adrien asked.

"Yes, it's me, Momma." Rebecca answered.

"But, look at you. You're all grown up." Adrien answered, amazed. "You're beautiful."

"And momma, it's me!" Little Adam exclaimed as he hugged his mother.

"Oh, my baby," she gasped as she hugged him back, "You look more like your father than I ever thought."

The four of them stayed in the gazebo and played and talked for hours.

After a while, Charity stood up and said, "It's time to go my dear."

"No, it can't be. Do I really have to leave?" Adrien asked.

"Sweetheart, your children are taken care of here," her mother answered. "But there's someone that needs you very much."

"Adam."

"Yes, dear."

"But I don't want to leave my babies." Adrien pleaded.

"I know dear, but you have to."

"Why?" Adrien asked.

"Because your time here is done. This all is only a dream, sweetheart," her mother answered.

"But I want to stay with my babies, forever."

"I'm sorry, but you can't."

"Then let's make the most of the time we have left." Adrien decided. She took each of the children by the hand, and they followed her mother through the darkness and eventually to the door that she saw Adam though the keyhole at.

"Do you want to see your father dears?" Adrien asked

"We see him all the time, Momma." Rebecca answered.

"Really?" Adrien asked in amazement.

"Yes, we watch you all the time, Momma." Little Adam answered.

"Ok, kids, it's time for your mom to go," their grandmother told them.

"Give me a hug, sweeties," Adrien told the children and they hugged her tightly and gave her many kisses.

"I love you, both of you" Adrien told them.

"We love you too, Momma," they answered.

"I hope I get to see you again someday," Adrien said.

"Just dream, Momma, we'll be there," Rebecca told her.

Adrien stood up and turned to the door. She turned back around to get one last glimpse of her loved ones, but they were gone. She turned back around to the door and turned the knob.

This time the door opened…