Michael, on the other hand, was unique. A single entity. There are no more like him which he can draw on past and present experiences. He was alone in... having to try to figure some things out for himself.Fortunately for him, though, he was created by man, in man's image. Unlike God, or another supreme deity which some of us may look up to, man is much more easier to get a hold of, and that's exactly what Michael set out to do.Forty minutes had passed, and he had regained enough courage to. Maybe he was working too hard. Maybe that's all it was... So Will let himself drift, the most tenuous of thoughts flowing him through Dream toward the Carlisle house... Connie Carlisle is here. She is thinking of the ring. She's always thinking of it. She feels guilty.He lingers; no need to nudge, she's already heading that way.Memory, made bolder and darker with meaning. The letter in her hand. The ring still on her finger. The SUV rolling down the road, slow but still too fast. Will finds. Jack was having to work it up each dune slowly and was trying tokeep from losing control each time they came over the top and slid down theother side. Sammy had come up to sit in the passenger seat, coiled up andlaughing at Jack's driving.As they came over the top of the fourth dune, the biggest one yet, Jack sawthat this was the final dune - the stone, the lever, and somewhere Nate,waited below. Jack put on the brakes, but he'd gone a little too far. The RVstarted slipping down the other. My underlying point was perfectly valid, so the hits I received must've been for being stupid enough to mention it.Julia had made a big deal about having already made what she described as "all the major decisions", so if you're a guy you'll think that what was left could only be minor decisions. You'd be wrong of course (you'd be logical, if that's any consolation). I don't understand how, having made "all the major decisions", there could still be a million major decisions to go, all of which.