There was a woman. There was always a woman.
This time, the woman was tall, beautiful, and with long hair so blonde it could be white. She was smiling at him, curling a finger in beckoning.
"Aedan," she whispered. "Aedan, you have something for me."
"I...I do?" He fumbled around his front, and found to his embarrassment that he was in his good suit and it was terribly rumpled. He tried in vain to straighten out the wrinkles with a firm flat hand; they stayed as they were. There was something in his left breast pocket, and he reached in to grab it. A suffocating sense of foreboding settled on his shoulders. He hesitated.
"Come now, Aedan,"