Time stands still as I take a breath. It is morning and the air is biting cold. I want to close my eyes against the rising sun yet I dare not do so for fear that I may miss something. I hear his voice; is he truly here? Do I want this to happen? I take another deep breath and realize that he is near. Suddenly, I feel a gloved hand on my neck and I can smell sandalwood. I smile, ready for him to take me home.