Matheson, Richard - What Dreams May Come by Matheson Richard

Author:Matheson, Richard [Matheson, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Fiction, Horror, Romance, American Science Fiction And Fantasy, Contemporary, Fantasy, Love stories, Death, Children - Death, Loss (Psychology), Fiction - General, Christian, Bereavement, Grief, Accident victims, Ghost, Family & Relationships, Accident victims - Family relationships, Fantasy fiction, Guardian angels, Suicide victims, Future life, Widows, Religious, Children, Media Tie-In
ISBN: 9780765361189
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Published: 2008-04-29T04:00:00+00:00

"I have to, Albert," I said, desperately. "Don't you understand? I can't just leave her there for twenty-four years. I have to help her."

"Chris - "

"I have to help her," I repeated. I braced myself. "Will someone try to stop me?"

He avoided the question. "Chris, even if you found her, which is probably impossible, she'd look at your face and not recognize you. Hear your voice and not remember it at all. Your presence would be incomprehensible to her. Not only would she not accept your offers of help, she wouldn't even listen to you."

I asked again. "Will someone try to stop me?"

"That's not the point, Chris," he said. "You have no conception of the dangers in - "

"I-don't-care!" I said. "I want to help her!"

"Chris, there's nothing you can do.''

I struggled to control myself. "Albert, isn't there the remotest possibility that my talking to her might make a difference? That she might, in some infinitesimal way, achieve some kind of understanding which might help to make her state a little more endurable?"

He looked at me in silence for what seemed an endless time before replying. "I wish I could say yes," he said, "but I can't."

I felt myself slump. Willfully, I stood erect again. "Well, I have to try," I told him. "I will try, Albert. I don't care how dangerous it is."

"Chris, please don't speak so thoughtlessly about those dangers," he said. Another first. I'd never heard the faintest tinge of criticism in his voice before. I'd heard it now.

We stood in silence, looking at each other. Finally, I spoke. "Will you help me find her, Albert?" I asked. He began to speak but I cut him off. "Will you help me, Albert? Please?"

Silence again. At last, he replied. "I'll try," he said. "I don't believe it's possible but - " He raised a hand to keep me from speaking. "I'll try, Chris," he said.

Time with its multiple torments had returned to my existence.

I was waiting outside a building in the city, pacing anxiously. Albert was inside, trying to arrange a mental link with Ann. He'd warned me more than once that I would probably be disappointed. He'd never seen a link successfully made to anyone in the lower realm. Certain people could travel there, Albert among them. They could not locate specific individuals in advance, however, since all those in the lower realm were barred from communication by their own particular insularity.

Only if they asked for help -

I had to slump down on a bench as weariness - a sense of inner weight - returned to me as well. I closed my eyes and prayed that Albert would locate her somehow.

My Ann.

As I thought her name, a vision filled my consciousness: night time; she and I sitting in bed together, my arm around her shoulders as we watched television.

She'd fallen asleep again. She always seemed to fall asleep when I held her with her head resting on my chest. I never woke her and did not this time.

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