Epilogue
Lara turned the marvelous piece of art over and over in her rather large hands. "What a
find this was," she mused thoughtfully as her cat, Marco Kitty, curled up next to her hotel bed and
began to yowl. Lara rolled her eyes in annoyance and shoved the cat to the floor. Then she
blinked in confusion. Hadn't she done all of this the week before? She carefully placed the statue
on the bed and tiptoed to the window. As she drew back the curtain, she realized that she was
indeed in her Grecian hotel room. "What happened to the last week of my life?" she wondered
aloud as she sank back on the bed. The last thing she remembered was saying goodnight to
Professor Jones after enjoying a long, luxurious meal. After leaving Oxford, she had spent the day
sightseeing with him and Katie, laughing about all that had happened over the past few days. They
ended it all at a rather fancy restaurant in London before retiring to Croft Manor. But now, here
she was in the Greek hotel, as if none of it had ever happened. "But it was so real!" she
complained as she lay back on the bed. At that instant, the telephone rang. Puzzled, Lara
answered it. Only one person knew her phone number in Athens and he certainly wouldn't be
calling at this time of night.
"Hello?" said a tired, gravelly voice.
"Winston?" Lara asked, bewildered. "Why aren't you in bed?"
"It's not that late here, Miss Croft," insisted the elderly butler, "and besides, I've just received a
rather odd telephone call from Professor Jones. He says that he's just had a most disturbing dream
about switching bodies with you!" The old man paused to chuckle. "What a kidder! But, anyway,
I thought you'd like to know."
On the other end of the line, Lara breathed a sigh of relief. So she wasn't going mad. At least two
people remembered experiencing those strange days. "That certainly is humorous, Winston. Now,
why don't you hang up and get some rest, ok?" Winston consented and the phone clicked. As she
replaced her own phone in the cradle, Lara wondered what had really occured. Had they both
shared the same realistic dream? Or had the events actually taken place but time had magically
wound back leaving no consequences to their actions, but only memory? Whatever the case, she
had learned her lesson well. "Accept love unquestioningly," she repeated to herself as Marco
settled back on the bed. Now whether she will remember her lesson tomorrow is a completely
different matter!
The End!
Wish You Were Here
Copyright 2001-2002 By Alexis Rockford
Lara turned the marvelous piece of art over and over in her rather large hands. "What a
find this was," she mused thoughtfully as her cat, Marco Kitty, curled up next to her hotel bed and
began to yowl. Lara rolled her eyes in annoyance and shoved the cat to the floor. Then she
blinked in confusion. Hadn't she done all of this the week before? She carefully placed the statue
on the bed and tiptoed to the window. As she drew back the curtain, she realized that she was
indeed in her Grecian hotel room. "What happened to the last week of my life?" she wondered
aloud as she sank back on the bed. The last thing she remembered was saying goodnight to
Professor Jones after enjoying a long, luxurious meal. After leaving Oxford, she had spent the day
sightseeing with him and Katie, laughing about all that had happened over the past few days. They
ended it all at a rather fancy restaurant in London before retiring to Croft Manor. But now, here
she was in the Greek hotel, as if none of it had ever happened. "But it was so real!" she
complained as she lay back on the bed. At that instant, the telephone rang. Puzzled, Lara
answered it. Only one person knew her phone number in Athens and he certainly wouldn't be
calling at this time of night.
"Hello?" said a tired, gravelly voice.
"Winston?" Lara asked, bewildered. "Why aren't you in bed?"
"It's not that late here, Miss Croft," insisted the elderly butler, "and besides, I've just received a
rather odd telephone call from Professor Jones. He says that he's just had a most disturbing dream
about switching bodies with you!" The old man paused to chuckle. "What a kidder! But, anyway,
I thought you'd like to know."
On the other end of the line, Lara breathed a sigh of relief. So she wasn't going mad. At least two
people remembered experiencing those strange days. "That certainly is humorous, Winston. Now,
why don't you hang up and get some rest, ok?" Winston consented and the phone clicked. As she
replaced her own phone in the cradle, Lara wondered what had really occured. Had they both
shared the same realistic dream? Or had the events actually taken place but time had magically
wound back leaving no consequences to their actions, but only memory? Whatever the case, she
had learned her lesson well. "Accept love unquestioningly," she repeated to herself as Marco
settled back on the bed. Now whether she will remember her lesson tomorrow is a completely
different matter!
The End!
Wish You Were Here
Copyright 2001-2002 By Alexis Rockford