"Where are you talking from?"

"Far...very far...and if I don't speak, it's as if I no longer existed."

Her voice penetrated the room and Golam got up and walked around the chair anxiously looking at the ceiling, the walls, the door she left through.

"Cynthia, Cynthia love..."

"I'm still here. Don't move."

He sat back down in the chair.

"Golam, would you ever consider marrying me?"

"Would you marry me?"

"Oh yes, I've always wanted to be with you. Forever. I'm in love with you."

"Since when? I thought that..."