Siobhan turned and walked away. Once more the tears washed her face, and she let them. Pwyll deserved nothing less. She went and sat on the bench across the road. She could see now, between her tears the threads that were worry, or joy or grief. Life went on. She let the morning carry her away. So, she thought, before she let thought go too, this is how Pwyll did it.
She wasn't sure how long she was gone, or where she went, but when she came back, Siobhan could feel the warmth of another person on the bench,
"Good morning," the person said, and Siobhan gasped and looked at him.
"Pwyll!" she said. "They told me you weren't with them and I thought..."
"Almost," he said, "I was just floating, wondering how I was supposed to help you from wherever I was, when this bolt hit me. I was back
