_______Part _______Epilogue _______Four_______

I greeted Thomson in the lobby of Holy Trinity Mental Hospital and told him my story so he would not cry too much about his little sister's death. She led a tough life for her five years, and decided to rest forever. He had his hands on his knees afterwards and sat staring at the floor. Something about those bluish gray eyes haunted me. Still, I was wearing my scrubs so I would not seem like a stranger, I decided to enlighten him about the afterlife. He looked at me with as much wisdom as an eight year old could muster, and finally decided to speak.

"Did my sister go to her? Zelle welcomed Katie into heaven?" He stated as lucid as he could between tears.

"Indeed, and I'm sure your sister will miss you and your parents." I replied.

"Will Zelle take care of Katie in heaven since our parents are down here?" He asked the question of a scared and worried five year old.

"Of course, she had you to look out for her, and now Zelle is going to take care of her until you and your parents go and see her again." I responded with the same attitude.

"Could I ask you a question?" Thomson asked.

"Sure, what will it be? But asking me to see if you could ask a question is asking a question." I obliged him and he grinned as a grim ghost.

"What was the third destiny Lady Zelle touched?" He inquired about my literary prowess, or lack of thereof.

"Mine." I said and I smiled. "And now there are four being touched, you included."

He looked at me and said, "What am I supposed to do with this story?"

"Pass it on to everyone you can."

He got up and walked away toward his sister's room but he stopped in his tracks.

"What's your name?"

"It's Fiona." I told him.

His parents walked out of the room and asked him the million-dollar question. "Who are you talking to Thomson?"

He pointed at where I was sitting and said, "Fiona, she's a nurse and told me a good story. I'll tell you about it in the car." He turned around and found me missing. Next he dragged his parents over to the reception desk. "Excuse me, but where is Nurse Fiona?" He inquired.

"I'm sorry son, but there is no Doctor or Nurse Fiona here." The nurse at the desk replied.

The parents were sympathetic toward him about his new "invisible" friend. I am not invisible.just a spirit, and I take that as an insult. Yet I visited him again on his sixteenth birthday, and he had wished to be a writer. I was his muse and whispered in his ear, "The sharp point of the thin rapier pierced his skin, drawing a thin line of blood to the skin's surface of the trainee knight." He knew word for word what to say after that.