--`OUT OF REACH'
                         -By Catherine.



"I'm going to bed," said Mac quietly, her purple silk nightgown 
fleeting behind her. 
"Are you okay?" asked Peter.
"I'm fine."

Mac slowly ascended the polished wooden stairs and managed to reach 
the top before letting slip a cry of terror; her slender legs 
dropping to the floor as her knees buckled beneath her.  Bill ran. In 
what seemed like hours, he reached her and held her tightly in his 
arms.

"Don't let go of me Bill, oh god don't let go," she sobbed.
"I won't, ever. I promise."

As Peter carried her gently in his arms he headed for their room, 
then stopped. He swiftly changed directions and headed for Mac's 
room, her special room. He sat gently on the lounge there, her 
grandmothers lounge; the old, brown fabric a comfort to him as he 
pulled the beautiful hand woven blanket over them both. 

"I love you Bill."
"I love you too Ellen."

Mac awoke with a start…

*note* I wrote this about 1:00 last night(morning). Don't blame me! 
Confusing I know, see if you can work it out. Comments welcome