A bright splash of light surrounded me. I was standing somewhere I didn't know, but I felt safe. I felt as though I was wrapped in a blanket beside a fireplace in the middle of winter, cosy and safe. So safe.
I found Fred holding my hand beside me, seemingly as confused as I was, but seemingly as comfortable as well. Tears began to drip from my eyes, we hadn't made it. We hadn't made it to the end, but we were together. His arms wrapped around me as we stood and sobbed, they would have to mourn us, they would have to have a funeral.
A small hand tugged on my jumper, a tiny redhead attached to it. "Mummy, I've been waiting for you to get here," big doe eyes stared at me, my eyes. "I love you." Arms wrapping my waist tightly as the child buried his head in my stomach.
"Oliver?"