Aimee was with Peter the whole time. She sat by the hospital window and watched while the doctors administered to him. They explained that they hoped to prevent his minor TIA from morphing into a deadly stroke. When they kept him overnight she moved beside his bed and held his hand. By 2:00 am, she was exhausted and let her eyes close to catch a brief nap.
Peter moaned; Aimee opened her eyes to see a dark figure looming over the bed. She recognized him and tried to thrust him away.
“Go.” she ordered, “It is not time.”
“You are wrong.” countered the figure.
“You don’t understand.” she replied, “We two are soul mates. We found each other late in life, we haven’t been married long. We must have more time together.”
“Yes, we are together. You must not separate us!”
The figure nodded and disappeared.
By 4:00 am the ward was humming with action. The man in the adjacent room had died. Aimee knew that this was a result of her conversation. She did not discuss her suspicions. The the next morning she was delighted when the doctor told her that Peter could go home. She brought her car round to the door of the hospital and watched the nurse wheel Peter out. He climbed into the passenger seat with ease. She loosened her seat belt and leaned over to kiss him on the lips. She turned on the radio and they laughed as she drove away. The dog appeared at the first intersection. She swerved to avoid it. In that prolonged awful second that they slammed, out of control, toward a concrete wall she saw the nocturnal visitor again.
“Wish granted,” he said “You are together!”