A Quest of the Spirit
	JM Dragon
	© 2001 by J M Dragon

Dedication: ..This story is for my friend Linda who suggested I write a Halloween Story.

Acknowledgement:....As always my thanks go to my beta reader Alice.

They wanted to know so I told them!

I didn’t want to, I asked them to reconsider.

Alas no, no they were adamant and I was weak and gave in to their demands.

How do I begin I asked?

They replied from the beginning.

I tried that and they laughed at me. It was too laborious and boring they said. Who wanted backgrounds all they wanted the meat on the bone.

Without knowing the background how could you appreciate the story, I wondered. Continuing while omitting much of the narrative that would give credence to the story they wanted told.

They wanted to know so I told them. . . .

Katy Randall a beauty by any measure was independent and lived alone. Not an unknown occurrence as she was so beautiful, a rarity in these parts, and to many in her small village, peculiar also. The old hags were especially suspicious of her as they had long since lost their youth and with it their compassion. She often laughed in the eye of the very verbal ones, and they in turn branded her a shameless hussy. She would do better trying to find a husband, they thought, than tending the village inn that had been in the family for a hundred years.

As was usual in the evening, Katy was tending the regulars at her inn, including the travelers who appeared mysteriously earlier that evening. The regular coach hadn’t been due for a week... the driver, who was unknown to her, said they had been asked to stop by this way on a special errand.

Shaking her flowing black hair she smiled wryly, her blue eyes twinkling. What did it matter, she could do with the extra funds that the travelers would yield. Turning away she stopped suddenly as a velvety female voice tinkled in the gradually dimming light, heralding the darkness of the night.

"Is this the place coachman?"

"Yes, my Lady this is the place." The driver said no more and moved to take up his position on the coach ready to take the horses to the stable for the evening once the passengers inside had alighted.

A fellow passenger gave the woman who asked the question a helping hand from the carriage. She then stood shaking her out clothing as she moved, or perhaps glided forward towards the entrance to the inn.

Katy was entranced, she had never seen so much finery in her life. Normally the travelers were men making their way towards London or the coast. Few women of note ever passed this way and hadn’t the driver said my lady? Did this mean an aristocrat? Her humble establishment could not cope with such a thing, what would she do?

As she watched the back of the woman move towards the inn entrance, she was finding it difficult to think straight and attend to her responsibilities. Her mind full of the small women dressed in satins and silk, who wore a gorgeous emerald green bonnet atop blonde hair, which shone like spun silk in the sun.

Turning to one of the three gentlemen who had also alighted the coach, Katy spoke lowly. "I’m not sure we have the right facilities in the inn for a noble woman." Had she had her full wits about her she would have noticed each man was all attired in black except for their shirts, which were a deep blue.

The taller of the men gave her a thoughtful glance and smiled slowly, it was a smile that you watched in fascination as it drew you under its spell.

"The Lady is tired from her journey she needs a place to rest, your inn will do well for that purpose."

The voice deep and gravely, making her shiver at its tone, quite the opposite of his smile. Katy wasn’t a person that frightened easy especially in her line of work. Her habit of walking at the mid of night in a deep black cloak held together by a silver clasp, that shone in the moonlight, may prove that she was the more frightening one. Many who saw her said it was unnatural and the hags would add fuel to the fire of their gossiping ways, speculating she might be the incarnation of the devil himself.

"Are you sure?" Her voice held a bravado she did not entirely feel. Her clear blue eyes questioned the man as he was pulled aside by one of the others who was slightly shorter. This man then answered her query.

"Yes. Are you the innkeeper’s daughter?"

This time the voice was quiet cultured, having a melody that touched the heart of any music lover.

"I’m the innkeeper!" Her eyes flashed angrily at the man’s ready assumption.

The man gave a sharp glance his eyes brown and unfriendly, and as with the other man it was in sharp contrast to his voice.

"My dear young lady, please my companion here did not mean any disrespect. Our Lady will be happy if you would allow her to rest here and I’m sure no one will have any complaints."

This third man entranced Katy. He was of a stockier build with hair as white as snow, a sure indication of age yet his face was little weathered by the lines of the passing of time. What focused Katy were his bright pink eyes that blinked constantly, his whole demeanor one of the breeding and tolerance. When his thin lips curled into a smile she was sure she would be forever held in its power.

"Thomas, come I need you to fetch my bag." The effect of the woman, who turned to give the three men and Katy her full attention, was stunning. Bright green eyes danced in their sockets and her face held a surreal quality that looked as if it never aged. As she spoke the words tripped off her tongue softly, her smile lit her features and no one would ever be the same once they received such a potent gift.

"Yes my Lady." The taller man quickly retrieved a gold tapestry valise that had been placed on the decking of the inn. The coach, drawn by six black as coal horses, trotted off towards the stable and it’s housing for the evening.

"Mathew arrange hot water for me please." The voice requested rather than demanded.

Katy watched fascinated as the man who had been standing next to the taller one quickly went inside the building to do her bidding.

"As for you! Athelon will you take care of the preparations." Turning on her heel she followed the man called Mathew inside, leaving Katy open mouthed and staring after her.

She pointed to me, me!

A hand was placed on her shoulder gently startling her for a moment, staring into the strange pink eyes that appeared to hold understanding of her puzzlement.

"Did she mean you or me?"

The man chuckled, the sound falling like gentle raindrops on a stream. "Why you of course my dear."

Spluttering for a few moments, she lost her opportunity to ask what that meant. He quickly joined the others as she struggled with her chaotic thoughts.

Now watching from her position at the bar, she barely made out the woman who was flanked on both side and opposite by the three men in black, as Katy now dubbed them. As the evening progressed others in the inn had asked who they were and she responded with nothing more than they were travelers.

"Strange night to come into town unexpected." Samuel Hoskins remarked as he drank from the tankard of ale so frothy it left a mark on the top of his lip.

"Aye, I agree with you Samuel. Who would want to be out on this particular night? The best place is at home by the fire with the doors bolted." Daniel Smith replied, as he chewed his clay pipe and contemplated the mead in a small tankard in front of him.

"Aye the folks in Ireland think the dead rise tonight to take over the living. Did you now that young Katy?"

He and Daniel chuckled at the comment as Katy gave them an indulgent glance.

"Only fools think that Samuel and I’m no fool. It’s an old folk tale that’s all, nothing to fear, except if you are weak of mind." Katy was surprised when unseen the man called Athelon appeared at the bar. He moved so stealthily that she hadn’t noticed him leave the table or move across the room.

"Some times the old fashioned tales have truth in them, they must have started somehow." Daniel remarked amiably as he sucked in the smoke from his pipe.

Both of the old men looked at the newcomer in quizzical interest.

"Where you from traveler?" Samuel never one for missing a chance to gossip, asked directly.

Katy had wanted to ask that very question herself however when she re-entered the inn after gathering her wits, they had departed to the rooms. Sally, a local widow who helped with the cooking and cleaning had shown them to their rooms.

"Everywhere." Athelon answered with a smile, the two men nodded as if the cryptic remark had given them a wealth of knowledge.

"Going anywhere interesting?" This time Daniel asked, as he drew another puff of smoke.

"Yes, everywhere is interesting."

Katy’s eyes crinkled as a smile invaded her features suppressing the laughter. He really wasn’t telling them anything at all, although they didn’t appear to notice that.

"Not a good evening to be away from home traveler, weird happenings occur on this evening in particular."

Athelon continued to smile patiently at the men as Katy quickly asked him what he required.

"My Lady asks if you would kindly have a bed warmer taken to her room when she retires. The nights draw cold and she suffers the chills so."

"I will be happy to do that myself, please just let me know when she goes to bed."

"As I knew you would my dear." He then turned to the men at the bar. "Gentlemen things happen everyday, tonight reminds us that all isn’t what it appears to be."

Both men smiled and nodded their heads as he left, making his way back to the table where his other companions were.

Grinning at the puzzled expressions on the men’s faces, "did you find out enough for a gossip session with the old crones in the village tomorrow?"

"Now young Katy you know nothing about what a man says, just because he’s of few words." Samuel pointed out as he drank from his tankard.

"And you found out what exactly?"

"I’ll be telling you tomorrow, now I’m away to my bed before the spirits take it from me."

"Aye and I’ll be along with you too Samuel, my good lady will have a ham shank waiting for me, and will be shaking at the knees until I get home so she can bolt the door." Daniel stood up and the two men wished Katy a good evening, chattering as they went left the inn.

Glancing round the dark recesses of the old building, except where the lanterns shed poor streams of light, nothing could be seen beyond the pitch dark. Huddled in one corner under several lanterns sat the travelers. Their coachman was sitting alone at a fireside seat drinking his tankard of ale and eating bread and cheese.

He was a gaunt looking man with very pallor features, if anyone was a picture of ill health this man was, he didn’t appear to be suffering anything to expand on this though it must be his normal skin tone.

As Katy pondered the man, Sally came into the room wiping her hands on her apron. The woman was homely looking with a very jolly presence about her. Her husband died of the same plague that took Katy's family and decimated the village population five years ago. It was growing again but slowly, as many moved to the big cities looking for a quick fortune.

"I’m away to my bed Katy love, I’ve prepared the bread as usual. If you will stoke up the oven in the morning you’ll have some nice fresh bread for your guests for breakfast."

"You’re a wonderful woman Sally whatever would I do without you."

"You’d survive Katy we both know that."

"Sleep well Sally I’ll see you tomorrow as usual."

As she left Katy noticed that the three men had risen from their seats and the coachman was now gone. She tried to watch discreetly but failing miserably as dancing green eyes captured her blue ones. The woman, who had also risen, looked directly towards her with regard.

Embarrassed at being caught staring, she quickly flicked a towel over the bar and collected the empty tankards and plates that had been left in the room.

"You won’t forget my Lady’s bed warmer." Athelon’s words floating in the air, Katy was sure she could see them as they passed close to her ear.

"I’ll fetch it now." Glad to leave them and do something with her hands that now drummed restlessly.

"You know what I want Athelon."

"Yes. You must tell her gently though my Lady."

The woman paced around the room, now dressed in a flowing emerald green robe made of velvet that was a stunning creation producing a glow in the room that reminded you of nature itself.

"I understand that Athelon. However she has wandered too long, now it is time to ask the question."

"I understand my Lady, do not forget we must leave before the sun rises to its fullest."

"I will be there Athelon do not worry."

Athelon heard the floor boards creek outside the door and knew it was the woman they spoke of. Smiling inwardly as he heard the tentative knock on the door.

"I will deal with this, you may leave." The woman walked across to open the door her smile wide as she greeted the dark haired innkeeper.

"I’ve brought your bed warmer your ladyship." Katy wasn’t sure what to call her, keeping things in perspective she was better bestowing good grace, than none at all.

"Please come inside. Thank you for doing this for me, I have very cold feet."

Katy walked inside the room the largest she had barring her own. Had her own been in a decent state she would have gladly offered it in deference to the normal rooms. As she glanced around the room she noticed that it was filled with the light of candles that were happily flickering on almost every surface you could imagine creating the soft light, making the room feel very welcoming.

"I don’t have that trouble myself my Lady." Katy placed the bed warmer in the center of the bed and replaced the covers. Turning around she was startled as the smaller woman was now directly behind her barely inches away.

"I’m sorry my lady I…"

"Nothing to be sorry about. Would you stay and talk awhile? It’s been a long time since I talked with another woman."

Katy was astounded! Why would that be?

"Why I can my Lady of course but…." Once again she was stopped as the woman now in front of her smiled warmly.

"My name is Viridian, you are Katy. Is that short for anything?"

She couldn’t believe it! This noble woman was talking to her as if she mattered...really mattered. Rarely did the aristocracy stoop to converse with the mere people in the street.

"Katelin, my birth name is Katelin. All my friends call me Katy."

"Sit Katelin, please."

Blue eyes were captured by green and she was lost, anything could happen to her now...she was under this woman’s spell.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed as the blonde sat opposite her on the only chair in the room.

"You wonder why I want to talk with you Katelin? Well, it is a long story and the details matter not, only the outcome."

Katy frowned, the room was so brightly lit no shadow darkened any corner of the room, and it was like the day better than the day! The woman was talking in riddles what details? What outcome?

"I understand that you might have been traveling long with only male companions my Lady. Journeying on the highway is long and arduous, or so I’ve been informed."

Viridian laughed softly, "yes, yes long and…arduous would be an apt description. There are times when it is so long I forget my very name, it is spoken so rarely."

Katy laughed herself at the whimsy, for surely that was what she was listening too now. Perhaps the woman was a little simple in the head that would explain it adequately.

"You think me a simpleton Katelin?"

"How did you… that is I never!"

"How did I know that, was what you were thinking?" Katy nodded her head wondering if it would be prudent to leave now. What had Samuel said about today? Weird things happen in the night.

"I know your thoughts Katelin, I’ve always known them. Want me to tell you how and why?" Viridian rose from her chair, and to Katy, who was already agitated, thought she was gliding towards her. This was a spirit someone who wanted to take over her body!

"Oh no! No I don’t know you at all I’ve never seen you never!" Katy said frantically, moving quickly for the door.

"Please Katelin! Don’t leave, let me explain." The small woman beseeched as Katy looked into green eyes which held compassion and warmth. How could she know her? She had never seen the woman before in her life she was sure of that! You couldn’t forget this face, was she a spirit or not?

“Explain what? There is nothing to explain I do not know you or have ever seen you before.”

“That is true…at least in this life.” Viridian sank down into the horsehair stuffed chair and looked down at her pale perfectly formed hands, clasping them together.

“This life? What other life is there? Please don’t tell me the companions you have been traveling with have given you strange notions. You know today is the one day of the year where we can be duped the most into believing in goblins, ghosts, spirits and evil doings?” Katy retorted exasperated that it was one of those men she traveled with who arranged for this. It was that man Athelon! Why?

“Will you please sit Katelin and I will explain.” Green eyes held her blue ones in a hold so demanding that the innkeeper duly did as she was bid. Was she under her spell? Perhaps she was a witch. They burnt witches at the stake even now in some areas.

“Go ahead I could do with a good story, they are so difficult to come by these days.” Hearing the bravado in her voice she was pleased with herself but she hoped it wasn’t a foolish mistake on her part.

“Will you allow me to tell you all before you speak?”

“Yes, I’m listening.” Katy sat rigidly on the edge of the bed, knowing she was physically larger than the woman therefore she had nothing to fear, at least she hoped anyway.

“Many years ago, centuries now, not that it feels that way. There were two women who walked the earth as one. They became friends by accident, and went on to be friends for many years, a bond so strong death itself had never stopped the connection they felt. Cheating death had become a common occurrence for them, and they somehow always managed to remain together.

Some say it was a deep friendship, others that they loved deeply and some said they were ancient soulmates. They were admired, scorned, loved, hated, esteemed and held in contempt. All would be true, as the lives they lived demanded that sacrifices be made so others could live a better life and they would do whatever was necessary to achieve this.”

“Scarifies what sacrifices?” Katy couldn’t help but be interested in the narration of the story. The woman’s voice was filled with such warmth, as if she had been there and knew these people personally.

“Please allow me to continue.” Nodding Katy relaxed her stance listening avidly.

“One such sacrifice came that would not allow them to cheat the separation of death, it was unexpected and quite without parallel in this world. The woman left behind could see her life stretching endlessly and hollowly, never would she feel happiness again. Her hope for the future had been invested within another who had been taken on a path, one she was not allowed to follow.”

The words trailed off quietly and Katy wondered if that was the end. If it was, the story was pathetic and not worth remembering. Then the voice that called to her soul began again.

“The earth bound woman traveled for many years alone, she refused to accept companionship from anyone, not even those who had loved her in the past. Her heart had turned to stone. Death was her only way back to the path her soulmate now followed alone. Over that time she searched all corners of every continent she could travel for an answer to her prayers, that somehow she could be with her soulmate again.”

Katy was transfixed now wanting to know the outcome of this sad story. As she glanced around the room quickly, not a sound could be heard except for the faint flicker of the candlelight, which cascaded light upon the room. As the sadness of the story permeated the walls, the room took on an ethereal quality, allowing her to picture the woman traveling aimlessly around the world as the shadows danced in the odd corners..

“One day her search brought her to the very darkest corner of the Earth. She traveled long without meeting or hearing of anyone who could help her. Then she came across an old woman injured in the road and in desperate need of help. Alighting from her horse the woman, who was known for her compassion to others, gave her food, water and tended to her minor injuries. Insisting that she ride her horse as the woman took her home. The old woman had said little at the gentle ministrations of the woman, merely allowed her to carry on until it was time to travel. The journey took many days, across dangerous provinces, although the woman ignored or fought any setback. Eventually as the night closed in they came to the old woman’s home. Settling her at the door, the woman turned to leave, her task complete.”

Viridian stopped as she gave Katelin a searching glance, it was apparent that the innkeeper was listening, the rapt expression on her face indicating it as nothing else could.

“The old woman said little since they met, stopped her leaving requesting she stay the night, it was not the best night of the year to be alone. Grateful for a roof over her head as the night was cold, she accepted. As they shared bread and a warm drink concoction the old woman produced, they both silently looked into the glowing embers of the fireside. As the silence dragged out the old woman asked her what would be the one thing she would request if she could have anything granted in the world.

Smiling wryly her thoughts drifted to her soulmate and the pain of separation never diminished. After narrating her own story as the old woman listened silently she voiced her only wish...to join her soulmate in death. As she finished, unaware that she was shedding tears, the old woman told her to sleep and that sometimes dreams came true.”

Katy drew her eyebrows together, what was the woman a witch?

“The younger woman slept soundly that night her dreams full of her soulmate and meeting her once more, nothing to separate them ever again, it felt so real. When she woke her surroundings had changed, no longer was it a small cottage but a cavern brightly lit with candles allowing dark shadows to fall against the damp walls. The old woman was nowhere to be seen, as another figure emerged from the darkness. This time it was a beautiful woman who looked like an angel with her dress flowing freely and shimmering in the light. The old woman had granted her wish, that night she had not dreamed of spending the evening in the embrace of her soulmate it really had happened. What of her now, why wasn’t she still with her? The angel spoke softly, explaining that her place was not with her soulmate on her path in death, she had one of her own that belonged to the light of the living.

What light?

It mattered not to her she wanted only the one soul that made her live again, it did not matter where or the circumstances. The angel would have none of this at first, as the hours ticked by the woman refused to accept her fate and be returned back to the living.

Eventually the angel was replaced by another figure dressed in grey. This apparition considered her plea, as he stroked his white beard contemplating the request. Leaving her alone in the cave he left to deliberate with others on her fate. She had to be returned to the living soon or she would be forever stuck between the half realms of life and death.”

Viridian stood up and stretched, stopping the story much to Katy’s annoyance. Why did people do that? Fidgeting on the bed she gazed up into amused green twinkling eyes.

“The man in grey was due to return with the verdict, but alas he was delayed when a crisis occurred. When he finally appeared in the cave the woman was sleeping, not a normal sleep but the sleep of one lost in no man’s land. He was so upset and angry this had happened that he summoned all that could help to retrieve her from the never-ending sleep. There was no cure for this however, and he cried hot distraught tears over his failure vowing he would hold her essence in safe keeping for eternity, and perhaps one day she might wake for good.

Many years later when his life essence demanded he move on to another plane, he requested that the woman be allowed one day and night in every year that passed on earth to walk, and be with who she chose. There was great sympathy for the woman who had done nothing to reap this fateful reward, except to bond with another that it consumed her totally. The gift was granted and the woman was allowed to follow whatever path she chose, of course it was always to see her soulmate.”

“Ha, so it was a happy ending in a way.” Katy remarked half satisfied with the outcome.

“Did I not say Katelin to let me complete the story?”

“Why yes, isn’t that the end?”

“No, this is a story that has no ending.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You may if you listen.” Viridian continued.

“Over the centuries the soulmates met for one day and night each year. Then one year the soulmate wasn’t in the usual place. Requesting to see her soulmate the woman descended back to earth and was forced to watch her living another life on earth. Having been released from her path in the darkness and allowed another chance to live in the mortal world.

Over the years the woman would watch her grow from a distance at first, and then when she felt it was safe to show herself she would do so. As the soulmate grew to maturity the woman became jealous that she could not share the path again, it was all so unfair!After three generations of the incarnation the woman became bitter, playing tricks on the soulmate hoping she would join her in her never-ending sleep. As the tricks became more and more devilish in nature and the bitterness so great in the woman, stories were told of a spirit that frightened others one day of the year.

What hurt the woman most was that the soulmate never knew her or the bond they shared and that beccame a burden she was no longer willing to carry. When her next  allowance for life came she refused to venture out of the cave and sat silently all day. This happened for many years, causing many who saw this to shed their own tears over her loneliness. One year three men in black visited her and promised to travel with her and join her in sleep as her companions. They had all been evil in their previous lives and wanted to atone and given a second chance in the next life. One day perhaps when the woman was allowed out of her never-ending sleep they would be too. For centuries they traveled together and sometimes they would visit the soulmate other times they would help others in need. Hopefully their soulmates on earth might remember that they never connected with another soul and would wonder why. Perhaps when judgment day came their way, they would request to join their soulmate’s path, as the womn had done so long ago .”

Viridian waved her hands as if in dismissal, the story was complete.

Katy was puzzled at the end so much information had been given to her that she felt the story was true, why not, other strange things were true.

“Has that day come to pass?”

“Alas the story continues and everyone still searches.”

“Are you the woman?”

Smiling the green light flashing in her eyes, Viridian inclined her head a fraction, Katy was unable to decide if that was agreement or not.

“Who am I to you if you say you know me?”

“Who do you want to be?” the words floated in the room, waiting to be captured by anyone brave and willing enough to answer.

Katy rubbed her chin as she considered the question her blue eyes twinkled as she answered. “I’d like to be the soulmate.”

Tears streamed down the pale cheeks of the woman before her as she held out a hand, which was taken by a larger, callused one. “Please answer this Katelin first always you search in the night, do you know what for?”

“I don’t know exactly, you perhaps?” Katy blushed as she spoke, what a strange conversation she was having. Oh well it was old Hallows Eve when would there be a better time for this conversation.

“You never leave the boundary of the town do you Katelin? When you walk in the dead of night, why is that?”

“Too dark to go visiting, I usually go when the rest of the village is in bed.”

“Don’t you find that strange?”

“I’ve always done it even as a child, I have a vague memory of knowing that something wonderful awaits me out there, I’m just trying to find it. I suppose it might be in one of the big towns where all the rest have gone.”

“Do you remember when you lost your parents?” Viridian watched the pain that question inflicted cross the expressive face.

“When the plague hit the town most suffered one death or other, my parents and brother died.” The words sad but resigned.

“That must have been very painful. If you had a wish for one night what would you wish for?” Katy’s eyes were like saucers as she heard the words, she didn’t care if this was all a dream, what did it matter.

“I’d like to see my family one more time. To sit, eat and talk with them. I’ve missed them so much! When I die I hope they are there to meet me on the other side.”

Standing up from the uncomfortable chair Viridian walked over to the window and sighed softly, as she saw the stars and the deep inky darkness of the skies.

“I hope you enjoyed my story Katelin, have a wonderful nights sleep and thank you for the bed warmer.”

Katy knew she was being dismissed and quickly moved off the bed heading towards the door, before she left she added. “Are you the woman in the story or are you just a good story teller?”

Viridian looked at her with a half nod and a small smile; “Katelin you may chose yourself, goodnight and sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight and sweet dreams to you too my lady.” Katy left the room feeling the tiredness of the day taking it’s toll, tonight she would go to bed and not venture out as normal. Maybe, just maybe, she would have her wish and see her family again.

“We can leave now Athelon.”

“Really, so soon? You have another four hours before your time is ended.” The man said gently.

“My work is done, perhaps another time.” Viridian was dressed in her traveling clothes the emerald green bonnet snugly settled on her head.

“You know what this means, we cannot pass this way again?” Athelon gave her a compassionate look as he saw a tear descend her alabaster cheek.

“Yes, I will have to wait for another generation.” She went over to the window as Athelon left the room to raise the others for their journey.

“One day you will chose me dear soulmate, one day.” The words echoed eerily in the room as the candles flickered and died, allowing the full moon to shed the only brightness within.

Now as always they are upset!

They leave dissatisfied with the story ending and who wouldn’t be, I always am!

It is hard for people to understand the story, they expected to be chilled and frightened but that never happens, they scoff instead. They do not believe it was the beginning of the legend of Halloween, and who can blame them it is rather tame. Still, there are many other stories that will be told this night, which are both chilling and spooky, some of them are fact, making it much worse than mere fiction as they deem this story to be.

I am but the custodian here and tell of strange folk legends of ages past, how long this particular tale has lasted, who can know. Nevertheless this will always be my favorite story to tell and I will do so until my death.

It is now the year of our Lord twenty-two ten and I am tired of being alone. I know something they don’t. One day, yes one day when it’s my time, I’ll choose her!

End….

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