In my dream I am walking down a long hall ablaze in light. Golden beams stream through the windows from a dying sun. My dress is long and white. The cotton fabric moves softly against my legs as I stride away from something. The sound of waves crashing fills my ears. I look over my shoulder and he is behind me. I want to stop and wait for him. I cannot, I move forward without control. I feel him quicken his step and a chill runs down my neck and into the small of my back. I reach behind me without looking back. My fingers stretch towards him, though I cannot look. I feel his hand encircle mine, and we are moving together. Forward.