I was listening to a replay of Art Bell hosting Dreamland, back when he was still doing the show. I let talk of UFOs and crop circles distract me from my own perplexing mystery. I believed again, but if fate was guiding me, what was it telling me to do? Maybe if I simply trusted what was happening, without question, a solution would present itself. If there was a divine plan, some otherworldly force at work here, it couldn't be such a cruel one as to allow me a glimpse of heaven then take it away, could it? To see the possibility of love that was in Arianne's eyes and feel it within her arms, then not be permitted through those gates which led to happiness would be heartbreaking. I knew from experience that there was nothing more anguishing than love visible to the heart but somehow just out of reach. It was a miracle that I'd found her at all, and I had to trust that it wasn't finished.