Gwen spent the rest of the afternoon trying to compose a letter to her mother, the same mother she had in the real world. Her mother was the only constant in both worlds. She acted the same neurotic way, looking the same and always called Gwen by her given name: Guenivere.

Perhaps Beorc did know more than Gwen thought she might. Her mother did surprise her sometimes with an uncommonly sweet gesture, or a random hug. Maybe she would surprise her again with some hidden knowledge. Besides, it couldn't hurt asking.

She addressed the letter and with Harry's permission tied it to Hedwig's leg for delivery. "Thanks Hedwig. Don't leave until she feeds you well." She added with a smile.

"Well, that settles that." She said to Harry.

He took her hand softly in his. "I hope it works out for you."

"Oh, me too." She said. She realized Harry was holding her hand and she started to shiver. She was half afraid she'd have another trance, and half scared at the great Harry Potter touching her.

He noticed, but instead of taking his hand away he squeezed it tighter. "But mostly I hope you find that this is the real world and that you can stay here permanently."

She gazed at him a long time, trying to come up with a response, but none came. She smiled, thinking that the silence between them was richer than any words she could think to say. She wasn't aware of it at the time, but Harry was thinking the same thing.

To be continued in Episode Eight