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IZZY was having a wonderful dream. A man was taking her into his arms and she wanted him to. She kissed him harder and longer than he kissed her. They belonged.

She did not know his name. She did not think they had even met before. Certainly not in the real world. But they had known each other before time began. She knew that as she knew her own name. And that she was in paradise.

When she needed to take a breath, at last, she lifted her head. ‘The best sort of dream,’ she gasped.

She felt his chest lift with laughter.

‘Like I said, a philosopher.’

She couldn’t quite make out his face. But that was dreams for you. They gave you what you wanted in your deepest, deepest soul. But they didn’t necessarily let you see all the signposts along the way.