Corec walked in the endless mists, trying to peer through them and wondering why he knew it was a dream.Finally, the mists cleared. A man stood in fro...nt of him, nearly as tall as Corec himself. He had brown skin and long black hair tied back behind his head, and a jagged scar on one cheek. He carried a spear in one hand and wore a vest. There were four runes along each of his upper arms. One of the runes on his right arm and three on his left glowed with a white light. The other four looked. What I’m saying is that I can see why you feel the way you do and how good she is for you. It was something I could never do for you because I lied and hid things from you from the beginning, and I guess that made me act irrationally.”I smiled, “You know what? All of this, all the stuff that happened with you and me, with us, all of it, proves Birgit was right. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was exactly right. I’m just sad she didn’t live to see it.”“What do you mean?” Jennifer. I’ll decide in a bit if I’m staying. I have to run Stephanie home at some point. When I do, I can grab a bag if I need to.”About ten minutes later, the girls came downstairs and Jennifer looked a lot better. She was wearing faded jeans and a yellow t-shirt. Her hair was washed and neatly combed and the evidence of crying was mostly gone, but her eyes were still a bit red and puffy.“Hi, Jennifer,” I said. “Feeling better?”“A bit.”“I called your mom and told her you’d arrived safely. She’s really. She was mine now. I had just signed the transfer of ownership, the money had been wired to an escrow company, and I was ready to fly her home.She was an F4U-4 Corsair, maybe the best U.S. fighter that flew in World War II. Yeah, even better then the more famous P-51 Mustang. The Corsair was faster, more nimble, climbed faster, and carried more payload than the Mustang. Plus, she could fly off of a carrier and flew slower and warned of a stall before the stall. The P-51, however, gave no warning.