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What do you do when all hope of remaining sane goes flying out the window?
She stayed on the floor a few minutes before mustering the energy to stand and hang up the phone. Absently, she went about collecting the cups she and Susan used and placed them in the kitchen sink. With that done, she wandered back into the living room, sat on the sofa and picked up the TV remote. Her mind went back to the conversation with Richard as she flipped through channels on the television and settled on an old, black-and-white movie.
As she stared blankly at the television, something happened. The faint sound of distant music wafted into the room as if carried on a gentle breeze. She recognized the tune; a wedding march played on an organ. Staring harder at the television, she tried to match the sounds to what was happening on the screen.
Just then she heard hushed laughter. It caused her to sit straight in her seat and glance around the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a faint movement. When she turned, she saw the ghostly image of woman holding a small child and talking to someone next to her.
Jeanette recognized her. But the recognition did nothing to make sense of what she saw. Linda sat in a high-backed church pew beside Stuart. She leaned closer to him, whispered something in his ear then pointed with her free hand toward the front of the church.
Church?
Jeanette considered for a moment she had lost her mind and this was the way it had manifest itself. She turned in the direction Linda pointed and saw a man and woman standing before a priest. The priest made the sign of the cross with one hand, while holding a bible in the other. At the same moment, the woman, wearing a pale blue dress, turned to glance over her shoulder.
The child in Linda’s arms let out an excited squeal that pulled Jeanette’s attention in that direction. When she turned back to the couple, she stared into her own face and watched her lips speak in a quiet voice, "It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay."
The other Jeanette then turned back to the priest and continued reciting her wedding vows.
Jeanette bolted from the sofa. As she did, the scene before her dissipated like smoke caught on a breeze like the one that brought the sound of music to the room.
She felt her heart pounding in her chest and her breathing came in quick, shallow pants. She glanced around the room, reassuring herself she was still in her apartment. Her first instinct was to phone Richard. She discarded the idea almost immediately and remembered the things Susan told her.
She also realized what happened was unlike her flashes of forward memory. It hadn’t taken place in her mind. Though gossamer, it had been tangible and intruded into the real world: unfolding in the room with her. Before she could consider further, the phone rang.
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