Okay, now she already knew where to go.

She almost run through the stairs, she hurried to her car, she went in and started driving…

She felt lighter already…

… this time she knew what she was doing.

She headed to her usual parking space, she left the car in that grey spot, almost abandoning it there, that empty it looked without her questions.

She rushed through the door, she nodded a vague greeting to Paul, and she slid into the back garden.

“There she goes’ - smiled Paul.

It was like a call, a compulsion… she had to go back there!

She saw it there, her tree, cautiously moved some broken branches placed by the roots, and again, she saw the opening, and cautiously she fit herself in.

One, two, three… there she goes, into the womb of the world.

It just takes a second of breath holding… and she falls down down down, through the roots of the earth, and of herself.

“Phew, finally home” - she whispers to herself.

There, time has not time, no constraints. She feels so free.

She brought a question with her.

She walks so slowly now, with a sense of sacredness (one cannot have a sacred attitude into the land of possibilities!).

She heads to the wishing well, she then places her question at the heart of it, and waits…

She waits, and waits a bit more…

Nothing seems to happen.

Then, all of a sudden the sun starts to rise, in all its majesty. She knows she is ready now.

She quickly but happily comes back to the surface, and she finds him still there, Paul, wiping the last few glasses.

She stared straight into his eyes. Not even a word. Closed silence.

“I knew you would find me soon or later”. -He said.