A thump thump thump noise that was so unfamiliar, and yet I couldn't quite place it. But I knew it. It was - "Mmm-hmmm," Monica murmured, just as Wes came view into the path. He was running, his pace quick and steady. He was in shorts, his shirt off, staring ahead as he passed. His back was tan and gleaming with sweat.

I didn't trot my pain out to show around. I kept it better hidden than anyone. I did.

Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what I do.

I don't get it,' Caroline said, bemused. 'She's the only one with wings. Why is that?' There were so many questions in life. You couldn't ever have all the answers. But I knew this one. It's so she can fly,' I said. Then I started to run.

"I just don't know," I said, my voice sounding bumby, not like mine, "how do you help someone who doesn't want your help. What do you do when you can't do anything?"

It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.

And while it is hard enough to take away something that makes a person happy it's even more difficult when it seems like it's the only thing.