Epilogue
Three weeks later...
Tim was sure that he was dreaming. Unless he'd decided to drive to Shenandoah in his sleep, he was definitely dreaming. That decision made, he relaxed and just waited. Something would happened. That's how dreams worked.
So it didn't matter. His dream could proceed without his participation.
Then, there was a river flowing. He couldn't see what was on the other side of it. It was like there was a veil or something blocking his view. He kept trying to see what there was because there must be something on the other side of the river. He couldn't see anything.
From behind him, he heard a voice. A very familiar voice.
She was singing.
"'Tis seven years, since last I saw you
And heard your rolling river
'Tis seven years, since last I saw you..."
Tim looked back and he saw her. She smiled.
"Away, I'm bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri..."
That's all. She walked to him, kissed him on the cheek, squeezed his hand, and then kept moving. Tim didn't follow her. He understood what was happening.
Instead, he watched.
When she got to the river, there was a man there. He held out his hand and gestured. She came closer to him...and then, Tim didn't see what happened.
She was gone.
The man looked at him. Tim knew who he was. The man waved.
x.x.x.x.x.x.x
...and Tim opened his eyes. He was in bed, staring at the ceiling. He lay, thinking about the dream he'd just had. He lay there for a few minutes and then he smiled.
"So he did take a sad song and make it better."
Tim laughed to himself and got up, feeling lighter than he had in weeks.
Whether it was a dream or not, he'd seen Kate move on and he knew she was in a better place.
FINIS!
