All the sound was gone.
There was water, water everywhere.
Trevor's entire body felt like it had been punched, his muscles aching
painfully across every inch. The wall of water had engulfed everything,
him, Claire, the convertible they were still strapped into. Yet in his
confused daze it all felt strangely lighter to him, like it didn't
matter as they sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, wrapped in
an icy blanket of liquid. With blurred vision, Trevor saw white bubbles
streaming silently towards him from out of the dashboard in the dimming
light, felt them washing across his face in a soft, peaceful caress. As
he became more aware, Trevor realized the car they were in was sinking
nose first, deeper and deeper into the soundless watery chasm beyond
Yet strangely, Trevor felt that he did hear a sound, accompanying him,
watching him. He heard the sound of a distant chorus, singing long,
slow chords mournfully, softly, as if watching. There was water all
other sound was heard, yet the voices continued to sing, sadly
what was happening as if feeling a sense of release.
Trevor blinked quickly and became even more alert to his surroundings.
The air bubbles were still rising straight towards him. The glass of
the convertible's windshield was cracked in a spider web pattern.
it he could see the car's hood, crumbled from the impact with the
water. And past that there was only darkness. Darkness that they were
sinking more comfortably into. Wait. They were sinking! In one
desperate moment Trevor
finally realized where he and Claire were. Panicked he looked over at
her still strapped into her seat belt beside him.
And then he saw it. Or rather, saw it again, like a scene he was
destined to repeat, over and over.
It was the same vision he had experienced before, a flash of him and
Claire underwater with a curtain of bubbles rising between them. Only
this time it was real. The only sound was the lament of the
distant unseen chorus, soft and sad. There was red streaming from
Claire's forehead where she had hit the dashboard, flowing out of her
like a scarlet ribbon in the water. For a moment, several phantom
memories flashed in his mind, always the same. The two of
them together, dying, with bubbles rising between them like a curtain
Fingers numb in the cold water, Trevor fumbled frantically with his
belt latch, desperate as he opened it. Then, reaching over, he did the
same for Claire. She still hadn't moved, the water growing darker
and more crushing around them. Taking her in his arms, he pulled her
free of the harness as the unseen chorus continued to sing in the
silent water. Slowly the car dropped away from them, and they floated
in place. For a moment Trevor felt lost in the dim light, wondering
which way was up. And then he saw the air bubbles. Saw them again for
what they were. A blessing. A signpost, pointing the way
to the surface. He gathered Claire's lifeless body in his arms and
kicked away from the sinking car, following the bubbles upward.
Now he was surrounded by nothing, holding Claire's limp body against
his own, water in every direction. Looking down for a moment, he saw
the car disappearing slowly into the dark below. Trevor shifted his
gaze upwards again to see the bubbles floating further away from him,
moving faster than he was. He had the strange thought that
apparently... they were better swimmers than him as they rose easily
sparkled in shafts of sunlight from the surface. Looking up, he
could see the
twisting, undulating roof of the ocean surface from underneath.
Growing dizzy from lack of oxygen, Trevor knew his time was running
He kicked harder towards it, keeping Claire with him. Rays of pure
light were sparkling through, clustered together, more than he could
count, shifting and dancing through the silence as the chorus
sang, sad, as if watching reverently.
The rays were shining down on his face, illuminating him. His lungs
were starting to burn inside. Trevor gripped Claire closer, his legs
kicking frantically towards the shafts of light., willing the two of
them to live. He was moving faster now, faster than the bubbles. Soon
his body was surrounded by the dancing shafts of white in the hazy
water. For a moment Trevor felt almost serene, like it had all happened
before, over and over, the chorus voices beginning to fade.
The light from the surface grew brighter, blinding his sight.
And then Trevor burst through and into the air, gulping desperately,
the sound of his breathing and the crashing of waves suddenly loud in
his ears. Above, sunlight was shining cleanly through the clouds as he
bobbed in the water with Claire motionless in his arms.
The singing chorus was gone, and a piano began to play instead
the moment he broke the surface, playing a gentle series of quiet
accompanied by a cello and viola,
moving softly with it, in a sad, beautiful melody.
Turning in place on the surface, Trevor looked around. He was a small
figure in a vast field of rolling waves, a tiny speck floating in the
now glittering water as the sun glared through the dark, churning
rain clouds above. Water splashed into his eyes as he held Claire's
above water, blood still streaming heavily down the side of her wet
face no matter how often he wiped it away. On the surface surrounding
them was a white circle of rising bubbles, all that was left of their
impact, and already beginning to dissipate. The slender bridge
above and behind them. He could barely see where the section of
railing they had crashed through was missing in the sun.
Trevor kept Claire against him and searched around again, his view
blocked by high rolling waves nearby, their ebb and flow occasionally
submerging both him and Claire. And then, over the rolling crests of
the water, he saw... hope. There was a pillar of white, obscured by the
waves, then visible again, far away. It was a white tower, the closest
thing. He saw it more clearly in the distance, through rain that was
falling on the ocean. It was an abandoned
lighthouse, resting above the waters, high on a rocky cliff.
"Stay with me, Claire." He kissed her gently as waves crashed loudly
over them. Pulling her along, Trevor swam, keeping his eyes on the
lighthouse as the piano and cello continued to play their soft,
An old, decaying wooden door suddenly crashed open when Trevor kicked
it in, the stormy sky gray
behind him a deluge of rainfall fell thickly down in blowing sheets. He
carried Claire limply in his arms, both of them completely drenched,
the icy rain already chilling him to the bone. Two small windows
looked into the dark room, drumming wildly with rain pounding against
them in a fast staccato rhythm. Unseen, the sound of the piano and
cello were still playing as a woman began to sing.
When the dark wood fell before me,
and all the paths were overgrown.
When the Priests of Pride say there is no other way,
I tilled the sorrows of stone.
His lip shivering uncontrollably from the cold, Trevor rushed Claire
further into the room, the wooden door still swinging and creaking on
it's hinges behind him. He splashed towards a small, utilitarian cot
that still remained in the no longer used small circular bottom
floor of the
lighthouse. Gently Trevor placed Claire on it, her body slipping from
his arms like so much dead weight. he looked into the shadows around
him and spotted an old storage locker, moving towards it.
A modern oil lantern suddenly came on in the darkness. Trevor pulled
his hand back after lighting it. The broad expanse of a thick, dry
blanket billowed outward as Trevor draped Claire with it on the cot.
With drops of water rolling down his face, Trevor pushed Claire's dark,
wet hair pack from her forehead in the dim light. Her wound was still
bleeding. Tenderly, he wiped the blood away using a small towel he had
also found in the storage locker but it kept coming back. Inside, his
heart was pumping wildly
with panic. When he felt Claire's skin, it was unusually cold under his
touch. Her eyes fluttered weakly from what he was doing, and Trevor
felt a sense of familiarity as he cleaned the bleeding wound.
Then it hit him. He had seen Claire injured in the same place before.
It had happened
during their shared tent psychic induced vision of a past life
together, a vision of him and Claire on the Titanic as it sank. he had
seen the same wound, on the exact same spot on her forehead. On a level
he couldn't understand, he felt it had also happened many more times
than that, other places he couldn't remember. But now was the first
time that he knew what that cut meant.
It meant.... separation.
"Claire... Claire, you're dying."
"Trevor, no..." her eyes fluttered weakly, hearing him.
She forced a
small smile that almost broke his heart.
"No... With you... I'm finally
Trevor watch her face tiredly collapse, weak as her eyes closed, and he
knew her time was running out. He had to do something. "No, Claire. I
have to get you some help. I can call an ambulance. When I carried you
up here, I saw a phone booth by the street--"
"Trevor--" Quietly panicked, Claire's arm reached out an stopped him as
he rose, even though there was no strength in it at all. "Don't
Trevor... They'll.. they'll take you away from me."
"No they won't, Claire. No one can do that. Not ever. Everything--"
Trevor stopped, making an attempt to reassure her, but he didn't
believe it even as he said it. "--everything is going to be fine. No
matter what happens, no matter what comes... I always love you. Don't
"Trevor, stay with me. I love you. Please... stay..." Her eyelids
fluttered weakly and closed, passing out again.
He smiled at her, wiping her wet hair back from her cold forehead
gently one last time as he looked down at her, tears glittering in his
eyes. He exhaled slowly, but he knew he was already set in his course
of action. When he spoke, his words were soft and fragile.
"Not this time, Claire. This time... I'm getting you into the
I did not believe because I could not see,
though you came to me in
When the Dawn seemed forever lost,
you showed me you light in the love of the stars.
Rain was pelting wildly against the glass walls of the phone booth as
Trevor pushed the door to one side and came in, completely soaked,
water dripping from his head and arms. Quickly, he picked up the phone
"Hello, operator?! Operator! I need an ambulance at my location. My
name is Trevor Hale. The one everyone's been looking for. There was a
car crash. A woman's been severely injured. Dr. Claire Allen. She's
still bleeding. We need medical assistance here. We're somewhere along
in a lighthouse along route--"
As Trevor continued, the woman still sang, piano cello and viola in the
Cast your eyes to the ocean,
cast your soul to the sea...
The sound of the rain falling in a wild deluge was still tapping
frantically against the windows inside the lighthouse. Thunder from the
storm rumbled through the dim room lit by the small oil lantern. Claire
regained consciousness for a few moments, looking weakly around.
"Trevor don't leave me... I love you... Trevor..?"
Exhausted, she passed out again.
When the dark night seems endless,
please remember me...
Inside the phone booth, Trevor slammed the receiver back down into the
cradle, having finished the call. It was done. They were coming, and
nothing could stop it now. He could feel it down to his bones, standing
there, soaking wet, the driving rain hitting the glass outside. Time
really was running out. Yet he felt strangely liberated, as if all the
weight of the past few weeks was washing off of him.
Breathing more calmly now, he started to leave, the rain slowing
But then he stopped, thinking. All around him the music continued to
play, serene yet sad. Trevor suddenly knew he had one more call to
make. He turned back and put in the last of his money, dialing again.
"Hello?" A man's voice answered on the other end.
Trevor blinked, smiling. "Knew you'd be home. Champoo. How you doin'
Stunned as he stood with the phone against his ear in Jaclyn's quiet
apartment, Champ blinked at hearing Trevor's voice coming through the
other end. Behind him the apartment was quiet and empty, Jaclyn asleep
on the couch where he had draped a blanket over her earlier.
"Trevor? Trevor, what are you doing. You can't call here." Champ spoke
softly yet urgently, trying not ot wake her. "Trevor, this line is
bugged. They could trace the call back to where you are."
In the cramp phone booth, Trevor smiled, the rain falling more gently
outside, drops rolling down the glass. "Doesn't matter anymore,
Champ. I already told them where I am. An ambulance is coming.
Probably a bunch of police too. Claire's hurt, but she'll be okay. I
feel it. But my time' running out and I just wanted to say something to
"Me?" he said over the phone. "I'm at Jaclyn's. How... how
did you know
I'd be here?"
He nodded, looking through the glass towards the still empty road, his
face calm. "Let's say I just knew. There's something I need to ask
The music continued to play all the other sound missing over a scene of
wet, rain slicked road curving silently along the ocean coast, it's
shiny surface sliding by underneath and out of sight. Suddenly a string
of ambulances and police cruisers came into view, moving swiftly
forward along the road. Their colorful emergency lights flashed wildly
through the calming rain, a long dazzling line of light in the soft
downpour. The somber piano and strings still played over everything as
in the far far distance a tiny white pillar was barely visible, the
line of vehicles drawing closer. The woman's voice continued to sing,
somber yet letting go, accepting.
Then the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and the fire
Not knowing what to do, Champ turned in place in Jaclyn's apartment.
Trevor's voice was still coming through the phone.
"Is Jaclyn there too?"
He looked over at her, sleeping on the couch. "Yes, Trevor. She's here.
Asleep. What do you need me to do?"
"Champ... I was right about the two of you. I was right all along.
Get back together. You and Jaclyn... you belong with each other."
Still watching her tenderly, Champ answered, his words soft.
"I... I don't know if that will happen, Trevor."
Trevor closed his eyes in the phone booth, certain, the rain
"Make it happen, Champ. I don't create love. I never have. I just see.
And point people to where their hearts have always belonged."
"Wait..." Champ sounded confused over the phone. "Wait, with
all that's happening this very second.... you took time out just for
Trevor laughed. "Guess it's who I am. Besides. I love you, man. I was
you were in my life. And this thing. You and Jaclyn... It's still
there. I know it. But you both have to grab it, or it's lost. Beg her
for forgiveness. Wake her with a kiss, I don't know. Just show her
everyday how much you love her for a dozen years. For the rest of your
life. But... make it happen."
In the quiet of Jaclyn's apartment, Champ was speechless for a moment.
Then he nodded.
"Ok. I... I will, Trevor."
Looking out of the phone booth and into, Trevor saw lights
approaching, their reflection flashing off the rain speckled glass as
the drops rolled down. "I'm out of time. I gotta go, Champ. Tell Claire
loved her... Every single time."
"Out of time? Trevor, what do you mean? Trev--"
Hanging up the phone with a sigh, Trevor prepared himself. Then he
opened up the glass door of the phone booth and stepped out into the
softly falling rain. Trevor moved out of sight as the reflections of
colored emergency lights on the wet glass flashed closer.
In Jaclyn's apartment, Champ called out louder, concern in his eyes,
but the call had already been disconnected. Pausing, Champ finally
forced himself to let it go. Trevor was beyond his help now. They had
done all they could.
He turned the wireless phone off with a beep, looking sadly around the
quiet apartment. Jaclyn was still asleep, his shouts hadn't awoken her.
Champ moved over to her, prepared to tell her what had happened. He
she would be crushed, that it had all been for nothing. But it had to
have been for more than that. It had to have been. As he paused and
looked at her sleeping, he saw how beautiful she was lying there.
Not knowing what would happen or how she would react, Champ decided to
try anyway. Remembering what Trevor had said, he slowly fell to one
knee in the quiet apartment. Leaning forward, he gently gave her one,
The already smashed
worn wooden door to the lighthouse suddenly burst
open again. Police with flashlights and guns drawn rushed in, followed
closely behind by paramedics. The multiple white beams swept quickly
through the dim interior in many directions a the paramedics moved
instantly over to Claire, examining her injuries. Colored emergency
lights flashed on the windows as several officers moved up the circular
stairs to the upper levels, guns and flashlights pointed up and
disappearing from view. As the paramedics treated her, Claire became
conscious again, looking around in a haze at all the sudden activity in
the small room as several flashlights swept back and forth, still
A paramedic tried to reassure her. "It's okay ma'am. You're safe now."
"Where's... where's Trevor?"
The radio on one of the officer's buzzed, a man's voice reporting. "He's
not up here. There are no other points of egress. Lighthouse is clean."
Another officer, drenched from the rain, came in through the front
door. Water dripping off his raincoat, he came up to a police sergeant.
"We've circled the building. Nothing."
Several voices suddenly crackled through the radio at once, multiple
officers outside calling in. "We see him! We see him! Over here!
"Go!" All of the police officers rushed outside into the falling rain.
Others came stomping down the stairs and followed, leaving Claire
behind with only one officer as a guard and the paramedics.
"Trevor... Where's..." she called weakly out, closing her eyes.
A dark pair of shoes stepped through wet grass. Further beyond it was
rain drops falling between. Moving up, a scattered line of policeman
was revealed, their gun drawn as they carefully advanced forward, ready
and alert, ignoring the rain that was falling on them and flashing
brightly through the beams of their flashlights. The overcast sky was
light gray in the the dim light, but before them, the clouds were
beginning to break, fragments beginning to show. And visible a dozen
yards ahead, his clothes completely soaked, was Trevor, outlined
against the sky on the edge of a high rocky fall with ocean waves in
The music continued to play, a woman singing.
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Falling out of
above, the rain was starting to lessen even more, but still lightly
as the clouds began to release the last of their moisture. Trevor stood
alone as he faced the ocean, not turning around. He felt exposed and
out in the open as he stood at the edge of that high cliff. Ignoring
everything else, Trevor was thinking, searching inside of himself.
Looking out over the water before him, he saw sunlight already falling
through the low ceiling of clouds, angling down in golden shafts onto
the gray, undulating surface of the ocean. His skin tingled lightly as
a misty, salty breeze flowed over him where he stood and looked out.
Trevor felt the urge to soar again, to fly without a machine around
him, high into the clouds to follow the falling sunlight.
He looked fearfully down the deep drop before him at the water crashing
on the rocky shoreline far below. As he watched, raindrops fell past
him, disappearing. Inside, Trevor didn't even know if his memories of
flying free were even real. Maybe he would just step off that cliff and
fall to his death. A delusional man ending his life. Yet inside, he
he was still deciding, standing
with one foot on the edge, standing on the edge of two worlds.
Slowly, Trevor lifted one foot up as if to take a step forward,
remembered doing the same thing atop the skyscraper after shooting
Faith. Then his footing slipped unexpectedly, sending rocks and
fragments of wet mud plummeting into the deep drop as he steadied
himself again. The question still danced in his mind. Did he truly
know he was Cupid inside? Were any of those concepts actually real and
just self delusion? If he stepped off and into the air at that exact
moment, if he finally tested the truth at last...
His upper body seemed to lean forward, strangely pulled by the chasm
Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars
Trevor didn't turn as the officers behind surrounded him in a
semi-circle, keeping a discreet distance away from him. Every one of
their guns was still trained on him. He could feel it in his shoulders.
One of the officers called out to him, but none of them came any
"Sir, back away from the cliff! Don't make this harder! It's all
Trevor hardly heard what the man was saying. Instead he looked up,
for answers, not ready to leave, not ready to take that last step
forward and leave everything behind, no matter which truth was real.
inside he felt something. Maybe it really was time. Time to end this.
finally know, one way or the other. Was he crazy? Was he Cupid? Could
live with himself if he wasn't?
Trevor's face began to fall sadly, tears in his eyes. Still not turning
away from the drop before him, he took several steps backwards towards
the officers, frightened, unsure. He could barely see, his vision
distorted by lenses of lingering
tears before being released, streaming down his face.
The half circle of police officers tensed for a moment, but calmed
somewhat when they saw him backing away from the edge. The rain still
fell lightly from the sky, their guns tracking him without pause. The
same officer called out again.
"That's it! Step away from the edge! It's all over now!"
The woman's voice continued to sing as a piano and viola played softly,
delicate over the tense scene under the rain.
Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares
Exhausted, distraught, Trevor blinked away his tears and looked up
into the clouds. A few remaining drops of rain fell on his cheeks
softly, water dripping down his forehead. Above in the pale gray, the
clouds twisted, separating even more. Then, in his tired haze, Trevor
felt... he saw something. High above, through the chaos of the clouds
as they broke apart. Trevor thought he could make out distant shapes.
Images. Of snow capped mountains and gleaming temples, shining in the
distant sun. Surprised, he watched with awe, his eyes clearing,
transfixed. And out of nowhere, he felt
sudden twitching on his back. There was some strange sensation of
fluttering as if something powerful flexed and moved. Claire had told
him his wings had always been there. And now... standing at the cliff
at last, could he hear the sound
of a wing flapping?
Behind him the line of officers tensed again, wondering why he had
stopped backing away from the rocky drop. One officer followed his gaze
up when he saw Trevor staring at something in the sky with absolute
wonder. But he only saw rainy skies and nothing more. Looking back down
he watched what appeared to be merely a simple man, standing drenched
on the edge of a cliff, motionless. He called out again.
"It's all over now! There's no where else to go!"
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless,
Please remember me...
A smile broke across Trevor's features, the light rain falling joyfully
on his upturned face as he closed his eyes. Trevor spread his arms
straight to either side, relishing the sensations in him. Opening his
eyes, he looked straight ahead, happy, resolute. He had his answer. A
person couldn't stay on the edge forever. They either decided to go
past it, or to turn away. Decided to live, or decided to stop.
The rain falling from
the sky finally ceased.
Trevor decided to live. The woman repeated over and over, the strings
playing notes rising higher and higher.
Please remember me...
Without turning, Trevor sprinted, running forward. The edge raced
closer to him, bouncing as he ran, feeling exhilarated.
Inside the lighthouse, the paramedics were treating Claire, a few
officers staying behind. Then suddenly all their emergency radios
several voices, many people speaking at once.
"He jumped! He jumped!"
Please remember me...
Through the clouds, bright sunlight suddenly burst forth and flowed
directly onto the cliff face, illuminating everything, rain falling
like golden stars. Blinded by the glare, the officers pushed forward to
the edge after Trevor.
Please remember me...
The piano and viola
faded, and the chorus returned , singing as they had before. The police
were clustered on the cliff face.
Their shadows seemed
to move back and forth across that bright glare shining from above as
they searched. More quick, tense calls crackled over the radio, all of
them looking, searching as the woman continued to sing. But not one
officer looked up. With guns drawn, they were shadows on the edge of
the cliff, searching the rocks below and the surface of the water.,
bathed in that golden light. To either side of that brilliantly
luminous point, the dark clouds shifted and spread, breaking further
Please remember me...
The radios continued to call out.
"Unit 3, you got him?"
"Unit 7 here. No sign of suspect."
"Unit 12, do you see
any sign of a splash from over there?"
"No splash here
The woman's voice continued to singing, repeating, growing faint, a
violin playing softly, still going higher and higher.
Voices continued to report in with no result. Above them, the sky
seemed to turn contentedly around the sun as the clouds began to clear
even more. It's light glowed down at them as the world spun, seemingly
growing closer and closer until it filled everything, at peace.
The sun flared and lessened again. The chorus had returned in the same
mournful tones. The slowly turning sky had finally
cleared as the glare lessened, revealing a clear late afternoon sky
that felt new and cleansed as the sun dipped further towards the
horizon. Several ambulances and police cars were still clustered around
the lighthouse in the warm light, the storm gone. Uniformed officers
still searched all the area half heatedly but they no longer expected
much, having found nothing all afternoon.
The doors were open at the back of one ambulance, the police sergeant
standing nearby. Inside, Claire was seated upright, a dry hospital
blanket wrapped around her, being treated by a female paramedic. The
paramedic had already sealed her head wound, now checking her further.
Claire was still in a daze as she sat there, feeling weak.
The female paramedic continued to check her vitals. Despite the fact
that several wires and machines were hooked up to her, she preferred to
do it by hand, holding Claire's wrist as she looked down at her watch.
She spoke simply to Claire as she worked, trying to reassure her.
"You're out of danger now, Mrs. Allen. We've stopped the bleeding. Got
your body temperature back up. The IV fluids should help. You've been
through a traumatic, physical ordeal, but your injuries have been
stabilized and you'll be okay."
Claire didn't say anything, not responding., staring straight ahead.
The paramedic checked Claire's bandage and dressing again, the police
sergeant still standing a few steps away. Sounding impressed, the woman
continued to speak to her. "You have a strength in you, Mrs. Allen.
Being kidnapped like that... it must have been horrible."
Surprised, Claire finally looked at her, blinking when she realized how
the woman saw what had happened to her. "He didn't kidnap me... He
The paramedic nodded, not really understanding. "Well... considering
your injuries, I'm sure there will be some disorientation. We'll keep
an eye on you. And there's still some things we'd like to check back at
Claire lowered her head slowly, saddened by the fact that the woman
didn't believe her. Saddened by the fact that the world would probably
never understand. She said it anyway, her words soft.
"He saved me. From my life, from my fears. From myself. Trevor saved
The woman checked Claire's head. "I'm sure he did. It's okay, Mrs.
Allen. All that. All that happened is over. You're safe now. He's
"Yes, ma'am. Probably dead. Didn't want to go with the officers so he
jumped off the cliff over there."
Claire looked straight ahead when she heard that, shocked, only half
"He didn't jump."
"The officers saw it, Mrs. Allen."
The police sergeant standing nearby spoke up. "Yes. Ma'am. We did. I
tried to talk him back, but--" there was a guilty pain in the man's
eyes as he continued, "--but I failed. We all watched him fall past the
cliff's edge. He was gone by the time we got there. Haven't found a
body yet, but nobody could have survived that fall. Divers will be
searching the bottom tonight, but you're safe now. "
Claire was still staring sadly ahead, her eyes glittering. But suddenly
through all of her sadness, she managed a tiny smile. When she softly
spoke, her words were fragile, but her voice was certain.
"He didn't jump... He flew."
Out of nowhere she was suddenly full of energy and purpose. Claire
tried to rise up from where she was seated, wires and IV tubes being
pulled with her. The paramedic tried to get her to stop
"Ma'am, please sit down. we'll be taking you to the hospital soon. You
still need medical attention."
"I want to see it," Claire said simply, removing the wires and
monitoring equipment, hopping out of the ambulance.
"I want to see it!"
The police sergeant spoke up again. "Let her see it."
The cliff face was calm. No one was there anymore. Ahead the ocean
stretched calmly to a clear horizon and a setting sun.
Slowly, Claire walked forward to the spot on the cliff where Trevor had
left. Before her, the setting sun was now golden, tinting everything in
rich, colorful hues. The police sergeant and the paramedic stayed a
discreet distance back, giving her the room she needed. Claire stepped
carefully, getting closer and closer to the edge, her heart beating
fast. As she approached, she didn't know what she was feeling. empty,
lost confused? Wanting to step off and follow?
Closing her eyes, she paused reluctantly, standing on the edge. Then
she leaned forward and out slightly, looking down. The sound of
crashing waves whispered in her ears. She watched the water as it
swirled and foamed amongst the rocks below. But there was nothing
there. No sign of Trevor at all, no feel of him. He was gone. She
looked around, before bringing her gaze back up. The ocean was calm,
glittering in the sun. The sky was clear, a soft yellow and
orange, peaceful, no feeling of Trevor there either. It was like he had
disappeared, not leaving a mark. And in her heart she knew. He hadn't
hit those rocks. He never touched them.
Sadly, Claire wrapped her arms tightly around herself, looking into the
bright glowing circle of the setting sun, shining in her eyes. She
couldn't turn her gaze from it, searching into it, the only bright
thing in the sky. It filled her with warmth, thinking that maybe Trevor
was somewhere on the other side of that glowing light, wondering if she
would ever see him again.
Unexpected, a soft breeze came off the ocean, brushing past her face
like a caress. Claire closed her glittering eyes gratefully, laughing
softly at the sensation as a tear rolled down her cheek.
She opened her eyes again, looking back into the sun. She already
missed him, his touch, his smell, his sound, feeling an emptiness and a
pull inside her chest, her heart, her soul. Knowing it was over. Yet no
matter what had really happened, no matter what she felt right now, she
knew. Knew everything would be ok. Eventually. But for now she let the
feelings live and breath as they moved through her, flowing free,
With a sigh, Claire paused, reluctant to turn away, her eyes still
glittering,, tears drying coolly on her cheeks, still feeling him
somewhere on the other side of the sun. Breathing in the smell of the
ocean and the grass and holding onto it for as long as she could,
closing her eyes, trying to keep everything about that moment. The air,
the sun, the sky. Then... she exhaled, finally letting go.
Opening her eyes, she looked into the light, unwavering. For the
longest time, she had felt and dreamed she was running. Always running.
She wasn't running anymore.
Claire turned calmly and left, heading back to the ambulance. She
didn't look back.
3 YEARS LATER...
At that time of the day the Chicago sky was overcast and gray, heading
into late summer as it stretched above. There was grass below, and rows
and rows of tombstones, sliding slowly past. Claire moved carefully
forward through them, coming into view, her steps whispers on the soft
grass. She was alone as she walked, no one else in sight. Claire
paused, steadying herself. This day was hard, every year. It had never
been easy to come here, to see this place, and it still wasn't. She
tried to have a happy life, but today, she let those old feelings
breathe and flow again, even if for only this one day. She was dressed
in simple black, a formal knee length dress adorning her form. As she
gathered herself, the vast field of tombstones remained quiet, and she
was glad she was alone. There were others who could have accompanied
her, but inside she felt she could only handle this if she was on her
own. Just her and whatever part of Trevor she carried inside her.
Claire seemed to find her courage and she moved forward again, her
footsteps the only sound except for a few birds chirping in the
A piano began to play sadly, completely alone. Then a man began to
Goodnight my angel time to close your eyes
and save these questions for another day.
I think I know what you've been asking me.
I think you know what I've been trying to say
Looking down, she finally stopped, her gaze on the tombstone before
her. Her eyes didn't stray from it, watching it sadly, but not turning
it away. The paramedic who had treated her three years ago had been
right about one thing. There was a strength in her, a strength she
never imagined she could have in this situation, But it was there,
solid, holding her up.
The tombstone before her was simple enough, just like so many of the
others in the cemetery around her. One small things separated it from
the others. On it's square top, instead of a statue of a star, or a
cross, or a crescent... there was a heart. And what was inscribed on
its front made it different too. There was an image of a heart, a bow,
and an arrow overlapping carved into it. And beneath that the words.
GOD OF LOVE
She hadn't asked for any dates. To her Trevor was timeless, and always
would be. Besides, putting a date of death seemed wrong somehow, like
it didn't fit with what his life had been.
Claire looked to the sky, despondent, remembering that day on the
coast, looking into the sun. She had felt him so close then. But now,
here in this place, it was like he was completely gone. She couldn't
feel him here at all.
"Trevor?" Claire called weakly out, uncertain, wiping away a tear. She
called out louder. "Trevor?!"
Her words echoed over the tombstones... but there was no response.
Looking back down, she spoke again softly, more for herself than for
any hope of an answer.
"It's been hard, Trevor. I... I miss you so much. I've lived my life.
Continued. But.... I miss you. It's not the same. It never will be. I
guess... I don't like the world without you in it. I need you to come
back to me."
There was no sound. Claire kept looking down, voice fragile.
"Please, Trevor. I love you. I need you to come back."
She breathed in, stopping herself from crying, when suddenly... there
was the sound of footsteps approaching. Claire caught motion out of the
corner of her eye.
Her heart beat faster for a brief moment as she whirled around to see a
man approaching, walking towards her. But then, as she got a better
look, her hopes fell. A dark suit. A dour, bearded face. It was Dr.
Frechette. The world would stay exactly the way it was. There would be
Turning back to Trevor's tombstone, Claire wiped away the tear on her
cheek, accepting it. It's the way it was. Frechette was still coming
straight towards her, moving forward, but doing it slowly... as if
strangely reluctant. But after several long moments, he finally stepped
up and was at her side, also looking down at Trevor's tombstone. Claire
didn't look at him. She didn't feel any anger towards him anymore. On
days like today, it was like she didn't feel much of anything anymore.
There was no malice in her words as she spoke, instead sounding tired,
Frechette watched Trevor's grave, his stance awkward as he stood beside
her. There were several silent moments when it seemed he had something
to say, but didn't know how to. At one point he even reached one arm
out behind her as if to try to comfort her by placing it on her
shoulders. But it wavered and he pulled it back without Claire seeing,
not used to that action.
"Claire... there's something I need to give you now."
Interrupted, she looked at him a she wiped her eyes.
"I'm supposed to give something to you."
"To me? what is it?"
"A message. A note. From Faith. She left it to me to give to you. A
slip of paper. She wanted you to have it."
Claire didn't understand. "What? Why? Why would Mary--"
"Because Faith knew you would be here. Today. In this spot. She knew
years before all this happened. Knew it to the minute."
Claire couldn't believe it. "But, how--... How would she..."
Frechette actually smiled, a strange sight for him, but he obviously
still felt a sense of wonder at what Faith had done. "I don't know,
Claire. I don't know how she did all the things she did. I guess I just
stopped questioning it. I just accept it now on... on faith."
He extended a small, worn looking piece of paper in his hand towards
her. Faith's writing was visible on it, faded, less than a sentence's
worth. Frechette held it in the air between them, waiting for her to
take it, outlines of tombstones in the background, as the worn note
fluttered in the breeze. "I'm not sure what it means, Claire. But I
think you should have it."
Claire reached out and took it, the note slipping from his fingers and
into her hand, small and inconsequential. There wasn't much on it, but
it did have today's date, time, and place on it with a 'For Claire'
marking. There was also a word and a few other numbers, the note's ink
old and fading.
Frechette started to walk away after she accepted it, having done what
he meant to do. But then, several feet away, he stopped and turned
"For what it's worth, Claire... I believe him."
Claire didn't know how to answer him, surprised. Then she looked at him
"Thank you, Ian."
The bearded man walked away with a smile, moving off in the rows of
tombstones. She blinked when she saw his right arm extend out slightly
at an angle, and then his fingers curled around air, as of holding
something that wasn't there, walking happily forward. Claire looked
back at the marker on Trevor's grave. It had been 3 years ago today,
and every year she came here on the anniversary, hoping it would get
better, waiting for it to get easier. She was still waiting.
Finding no comfort and no answers, Claire ignored the slip of paper in
her hand and slipped it into her blouse pocket. Instead she took out a
white rose from the bag she was carrying with her, and gently laid it
at Trevor's grave, kissing her hand tenderly then placing it to
Claire stood up again, turned around and went home.
Stepping inside, Claire dropped her keys on the small table beside the
door as she entered her home. She still felt tired and crestfallen from
all the emotions of visiting Trevor's grace today, pausing to look
around her house. It was large and lush, and for the moment anyway
peacefully quiet. Claire realized she was grateful for that. She still
had time before it would all become hectic again. Jaclyn wasn't
scheduled to come back until 3:00.
Walking into her living room, she walked past a small statue on the
mantle, a figurine of a smiling Cupid cherub, the arrow on its bow
pointed towards her. She stopped and looked at it again, realizing it
was strange that she had never moved it, considering it was Faith who
had left it there on the night she had broken in and Trevor killed her.
But somehow, over time, the trauma of that night had faded, and now she
associated it more with Trevor's life than Faith's death. When she
looked at it, she usually though only of him. So she had kept the
figurine where Faith had put it, no matter how strange it seemed. Just
her little figurine of Cupid with it's bow and arrow. An arrow that was
strangely pointed at her blouse pocket.
She blinked, remembering the note that Frechette had given her. Taking
it out, she looked at the small worn piece of paper again. It was
definitely Faith's handwriting, she recognized it from the files Dr.
Dehnt had had her look at. It was worn, as if Frechette had handled it,
over and over. There wasn't much else on it, just a series of numbers
and one word.
Claire's brow furrowed, looking at the numbers, trying to understand
them, reading them out loud.
"11:30 a.m. ch. 7. What is that supposed to mean?"
She looked over at her wall clock, blinking when at exactly that moment
the minute hand flicked from the :29 spot to the :30 spot. Curious, she
grabbed the remote for her tv, turning it on, not knowing what to
expect. Claire watched skeptically for a moment, feeling silly that she
was going along with this. For several seconds the transmission ws
innocuous, a flashy commercial for some large masculine truck. She
reached out for the remote and picked it up, about to turn it off when
the commercial ended and the program resumed. A camera showed a
warm, sunny landscape and blue skies, all set over the voice of an
enthusiastic sports announcer,. Sighing, Claire decided to listen, not
"Welcome back to Athens, Greece, everybody for the Summer Olympics. We
are live at the gold medal round of the Archery competition, where a
local favorite is already dominating this tournament. Seemed to come
out of nowhere. A phenomenal, phenomenal competitor, He's just hitting
everything he's shooting at today."
"I'll say, Tom. Even down to hitting on some of the pretty locals.
There he is on screen, talking to a several blond young female fans
from Greece. The guy's quite the charmer."
"Yes he is, Jim. The women here really seem to adore this guy."
Claire was watching now.
She was dumbstruck, staring in shock, her body completely still as all
thought left her. She forgot everything else. Forgot the remote that
clattered out of her motionless hand to the floor. Forgot her home or
anyone outside it. Forgot how to breathe, her mind growing dizzy, full
Slowly, she leaned forward, speaking softly.
"Oh... my god."
The crumbling, ancient steps and columns of the Acropolis were bright
in the warm
Grecian sun, clustered on a high hilltop with the rest of the albeit
more modern city of Athens stretching all around it. Through a dim
haze, the blue waters of the Mediterranean could be seen, visible in
the distance. The place was quieter than usual, not many tourists
Except for one.
A woman stepped forward, her shoe coming into view as she moved past
the tumbled ruins sliding past. Looking up, Claire was revealed,
walking quietly across the hilltop site. She couldn't believe she was
here. Couldn't believe how much her life had changed in the past few
days. She still didn't know if any of this was real, feeling like she
was walking in a dream. Stepping resolutely ahead, she ignored the few
tourists who actually were there and taking pictures. Ignored the
vendors selling food that smelled good on the warm air. One older
gentleman had a small radio playing a pop song sung in greek, the sound
dancing on the breeze off the Mediterranean. Claire was instead
gathering her strength, willing herself ahead, and needing everything
she was to keep going forward. She had some many fragile hopes that
were on the edge of being crushed at any moment. She was glad she could
feel the sun on her skin, warm and real. Otherwise, she would still be
convinced that what was happening to her was all only a dream.
Claire moved past a column, and suddenly she saw a figure, a man
standing beyond the foot of the Acropolis and near the edge of the
hill, looking out to the sea, more worn pillars near him. She stopped,
not knowing what to do, afraid she would blink and he would disappear.
She still couldn't see his face because he hadn't turned around, and
for a moment she was uncertain she wanted him to. Her hopes were so
fragile inside her that if he turned and she saw a face other than the
The man turned around, and Trevor looked tat her with a smile. He
nodded to the ruins around them.
"You mortals," he teased. "Can't take good care of anything."
The world sped up, and Claire hardly realized that she was had rushed
forward and was already in his arms, tears she hadn't know were there
streaming down her face, as the fragile part of her broke at last. She
kissed him again, again, again, again, again, and again, happier in
that moment than she had ever been, the emotions bursting out of her
like a nova. Trevor kissed her back, relishing her, laughing with her.
"Oh god, Trevor. Tell me your real. Just tell me that you're real."
"I'm very real. In a lot of--" he looked down at her body against his,
"--good ways. I love you so much, Claire. I'm home. I'm home."
She pulled back and caressed the sides of his beloved face, her eyes
glittering as she looked joyfully into his.
"Trevor! Oh god it's been years! Why haven't I heard from you? Where
have you been?"
Trevor's expression became more serious, looking at her lovingly and
caressing Claire's cheek. "Well, there weren't any cell phones where I
was. I went back to what I thought was my home. Back to olympus. They
finally accepted me again. Took me in. Lectured me. And lectured me.
Over and over and over. For so long that even Sisyphus heard. He sent
me a hastily written sympathy note via dove. Eventually, they stopped.
Told me not to do it again. And finally, at the end, they asked me...
had I learned anything. During my time down here, had I learned my
lesson. So I told them. If I really wanted to be a better god of love,
I had to be with the woman that I love. When I said that, Athena
smiled. She was always the smart one. So I fell. Fell again actually.
Maybe that's what they mean by falling in love, huh? Falling home. To
He held Claire closer, looking tenderly into her eyes, watching a
breeze played softly through her dark hair, drying the tears on her
face. He touched them, sad they were there, but his voice was full of
"Claire, I realize now it doesn't matter where I am to be who I am. I'm
always Cupid. And you... you're where I belong, Claire. When I'm with
you... I'm already home."
She kissed Trevor again, happy to finally feel him under her arms,
under her lips again, the kiss long and deep.
"Welcome home, Cupid." she said with a breathy smile.
Trevor swooned slightly from the intensity of the kiss. The when he
looked at her face, suddenly he seemed amused. "Wait, you're not...
you're not really sure that you believe me, are you? Some part of you
still wonders. Did I fall in the water or get amnesia again or
something and flee the country to come here."
"Well... it all does seem a little convenient, Trevor." She smiled as
she teased him, able to hold it for a second before laughing. "It
doesn't really matter. I'm just happy you're back."
He nodded. "That's okay, Scully. I kinda like that some things don't
"I'm not Scully."
"You might look good in red hair."
"I look terrible in red hair."
Pulling away from her, he stepped forward towards the vista before
them. "Well, you don't have to believe I'm Cupid to take a few days
with me to let me show you my city, Claire. We can go anywhere. They
love me here."
"So I heard." Happily, she stepped closer. "Let me show you something
instead, Trevor. Something more than memories of old buildings.
Something that will make you feel young, as when the world was new.
Something that proves to me, that you really are Cupid."
Curious, Trevor looked at her in the sunlight, not knowing what she
meant. Grinning, Claire gave him an enigmatic look as she reached out,
offering her hand. It waited there, outlined against the ruins of the
Acropolis behind. Grateful, Trevor took her hand into his own, real,
pure under his touch. An emotional connection sealed between them in
that small simple act, like it had for everyone throughout all time.
Their fingers wrapped together, complete again. A soft breeze came
faintly through the ruins, washing approvingly over them as Claire led
Trevor carefully back. he exhaled happily, not knowing what to expect.
In that moment, the world was filled with possibilities.
Up ahead at the curb, Trevor saw where Claire had parked her rented
car, and he stopped when he saw who was there.
Jaclyn and Champ had come with her to Greece, and they were kissing,
not having seen them yet. But what amazed him was that they were
clearly a couple again, and Trevor's heart soared happily as the two of
them still kissed, gently in each other's arms.
Claire moved behind him when he stopped, whispering happily into his
ear, both of them looking forward at the gentle scene.
"Behold your accomplishments, Trevor. You are Cupid. There. Right
before us. Is the proof."
When the kiss between Jaclyn and Champ finally ended, they pulled
and suddenly Trevor realized the two of them were not alone. Champ was
carrying a small child in his arms, a tiny girl, the two adults
shifting their attention to her, playing with her as she reached out to
both of them. Trevor and Claire began to walk closer, Trevor still
feeling pleasantly stunned.
Jaclyn finally saw him and her face lit up, running over and kissing
him happily all over the face, nearly jumping on the spot from
excitement. With a smile on his face, Champ walked over too, still
carrying the little girl against his much larger form and looking at
"Hello again, Cupid." Champ teased. "What took you so long? Some part
of me just knew I couldn't get rid of a roommate as annoying as you so
easily. Oh, and by the way.. You still owe me about five years of back
Trevor laughed. "The check's in the mail, man"
Champ nodded. "Always is."
Trevor reached out and hugged Champ happily, slapping him on the back
with one arm. "Good to see you, Champoo."
Smiling, Trevor looked at the little girl he was carrying. "Thank god
she looks nothing like you, huh?"
Champ smirked but said nothing, handing the child to Claire before
turning back to Trevor with both arms free and open. "Now give me a
real hug, God of Love."
With a laugh, Trevor obliged. Beside them, Claire lifted the little
girl playfully into the air, making her giggle wildly. Champ squeezed
Trevor hard in a deep bear hug.
Trevor's voice sounded strained. "Too much crushing... too much
When the manly bear hug finally stopped manly-ly, Claire turned towards
him with the little girl in her arms.
"Trevor, there's someone else you should meet. this... is your
Trevor froze, stunned.
And his world changed forever.
Moving forward, he looked slowly into his daughter's eyes, his own eyes
beginning to glitter. Bliss looked at him, curiously, and then she
smiled. She looked angelic, serene, wisdom beyond her years behind her
kind brown eyes. Slowly her hand reached out and grabbed his larger
fingers softly, pulling him out of his stunned silence. Trevor's face
twisted joyfully even more, happy beyond belief as his heart filled
beyond all the spaces in all the worlds of the entire universe. As he
stood there with Claire beside him and his daughter holding his hand,
Trevor finally felt something deeper and stronger than he had ever felt
Slowly, he leaned down, and kissed his daughter on the forehead.
Closing his eyes, he whispered to himself... as a tear rolled down his
"Now I know what love is..."
Straightening up, he
took Bliss into his arms, holding her and filled with joy. the child
touched his face with recognition, still smiling. Claire watched the
two of them together, seeing something she never dreamed she would get
to see, Bliss with her father. And suddenly, as Trevor laughed with
Jaclyn and Champ while they teased him and compared her facial features
with his, Claire started to worry, thinking ahead, going over their
situation in her thoughts. Her face became concerned.
"What do we do now, Trevor?"
Looking happily over at her, he tried to reassure her. "Don't worry,
Claire... We can stay in Athens for as long as we like. All of us..."
he included Champ and Jaclyn in his gaze. "And maybe later, we can make
our way back to Chicago."
Claire thought about what she had left behind. "Well... lots of things
are different back home, Trevor. We can stay here for awhile, but
beyond that... I really don't know where we go from here. I don't know
what happens next."
"An oracle once told me, not knowing is the one true joy of life. It'll
be okay, Claire. Everything will be fine."
Trevor was playing with Bliss again, tossing her lightly in the air
which she enjoyed immensely, making her laugh. Touching Trevor's
shoulder, Claire didn't seem convinced.
"Trevor, what if someone discovers that you're still here? That you're
alive? You could still be facing charges back home. I cleared up the
mistake about the kidnapping. And they sorta believed Claire's
shooting was self defense, but... I mean, they listened, they seemed to
understand, but they never dropped the charge. Not to mention the
charges of resisting arrest, Grand theft auto... should I go on?"
"Technically you stole that second car Claire, not me."
"Ok, granted. But my point is, you should be keeping a low profile,
Trevor. Not winning several Olympic gold medals on national TV. Or
He smiled proudly. "That was cool, wasn't it?"
"Trevor, you could be extradited."
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because I'm safe here, Claire. I'm safe no matter where I go."
Shifting Bliss to one arm, Trevor pulled Claire closer, leaned her very
far back and kissed her deeply, the little girl laughing, spreading her
arms as she hovered in her precarious position in mid air.
Pulling Claire back up, Trevor nodded when she seemed to wobble and
swoon slightly this time as she caught her breath. "You liked that
He turned to his daughter and saw her reaching her arms forward,
wanting to hover again, giggling. "Oh, you liked it too, didn't you."
Trevor lifted his daughter Bliss into the air, then lifting her higher
still. She seemed to enjoy being free, elevated into the sky. Still
laughing happily, the little girl looked up, outlined against beautiful
clouds and a sunny field of blue, bathed by the warm Grecian sun.
The man and the piano began to sing again, the same lullabye as before
in the graveyard.
Goodnight my angel
now it's time to dream,
and dream how wonderful your life will be
Out of sight below, Claire spoke again.
"Trevor, how can you be so sure?"
His voice answered. "I have friends in high places."
Someday your child may
cry and if you sing this lullabye
then in your heart, there will always be a part of me
Still held high in Trevor's hands, the little girl laughed at being so
far above, wanting to go higher. Her small arms reached out, tiny
fingers reaching for the clouds before Trevor lowered her out of view,
leaving behind a beautiful, serene sky.
Someday we'll all be gone, but lullabyes go on and on
They never die that's how you and I will be...
The world seemed whole again, and everything faded to black.
Author's note: I had planned for this
be the end, but I may continue the story and write more. Probably it
will be titled Shadow Dance. Guess the faucet hasn't dripped dry yet.