He shook his head, and left his clothes and camera by a tree, wading out into the cold, clear water, alone.“You’re a fool, you know that?” He la...id back, floating, “A fool for wanting her back...”He shut his eyes and held his breath, sinking beneath the surface to run his hands through his hair. But underwater, he heard something. Soft and sibilant, barely a whisper. Still, it was there. It was a voice. A woman’s voice—and it was singing.Owen shot up, gasping, and spun about, searching high and. There was no one there. I’m here. In your head. I thought you were gone. I’m the only thing you will have forever. The only thing. Emma….? No. Hansen stood on the sidewalk, blood coming out of the side of his head. The commuters just walked straight past him, their robotic movements, morose faces and pale skin belying the fact that they were human. Hansen wanted to cry, but there were no tears left. He’d cried too much before. He was dry. He had no tears for Emma. He couldn’t save Emma. Gone.. This rule could skew everything toward the textile teams who have practiced in clothing all through competition, people, so if we want to win we have to get it right in only a few days. Can we do it?" YES!" Thirty voices roared."Then let me introduce you to Tony, Stella and Misty," Tammy told the group and the three artists stepped forward. "They are your painters. Listen to them, follow their directions and once all of you are painted and dry we will run through our routines."The team pictures. I love you!" Anwesha says to me breaking the silence that filled the room after our loud moans of pleasure. I noticed that her eyes filled with tears again as she confessed her feelings toward me. Thinking for a few seconds I replied that "I did love her and hoped that she was up for another round with Tootsie Bear!" We both laugh heartily and then kiss again. Weeks Later:Thankfully it didn't take too long for the great news of Anwesha pregnancy. It was a great night celebrating with everyone.