And that really is it for the dancing this night. The ballroom is nothing more than a large, dim, empty space around us. Closing time, Now what do you want to do? Horse-back riding? A wander down the Seine? Picnic on the beach? Wanda asks me with a little sigh.

Those are all nice options and I think we've probably done most if not all of them one time or another. Though none of them really appeals to me right now. Guess I'm still stuck on the thought of flying. Oh. Wonder if maybe Wanda would like that?

Grin at her and say, "How about we go flying round some mountains?" Let my wings gently unfurl to show her what I mean. Think I can hear a train whistle in the background but I ignore it for the moment. (Please don't let it be Messenger come to summon me off to deal with another dream crisis!)