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"Why don't you come to San Francisco? I'd love to have you stay with me for a bit. Eek! Is that the time? I was supposed to have my things packed an hour ago." She leaped to her feet, her face concerned. "You sure you're going to be OK?"

"I'm sure. My plane leaves tonight. Have a wonderful trip, and say hi to everyone for me."

She accepted my hug, and gave me a little squeeze. "I'll call you when I get back, OK? Don't think you're going to be rid of me so easily. I want to be there to say I told you so when Kristoff comes crawling back."

I said nothing, just smiled and waved as she dashed out of the room. The sea beckoned me, blue light flashing deep in its depths, reminding me of the last look Kristoff had cast my way.

Perhaps there was hope after all.