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After a few seconds, the woman turned her pink eyes on Beth.

“You’re such a strong woman, even without Robert. Your mind has grown in his absence.”

Beth’s heart started hurting as soon as she heard his name. Although... not as much as it used to, she confessed to herself.

“Why bring him up?” she asked quietly.

“Because you will be reunited with him, all in due time. Your time apart was never going to last forever. To have him returned to you, you must make the right decisions at the crucial moments.”

“Can I have a bit more of a clue than that?” she snapped.

“Feisty as ever, but alright. You will be offered the chance to go to the Dimension to get him back. But you must turn this offer down. Another will ask, but again you have to refuse. It is when Angelina’s destined asks that you go. Zeke’s birthday is in eight days. You have until then to help him. Good luck.”

And then she disappeared in a shower of stars, reminding her of Sam, Storm’s friend. And Zeke’s dad...

The woman’s words confused her so much; the only Angelina she knew was Robert’s sister, but she was dead and had been for years. And what was that about ‘destined’? Was that like the ‘fated’ thing Zeke had mentioned last night? Well, she’d find out, she supposed, when someone asked her to go to the Dimension for the third time.

Zeke sat up suddenly, clutching at his heart. “Fuck,” he choked out, dropping his head into his hands. His shoulders rose and fell quickly as he panted for air.

“You okay?” Beth asked him gently. She looked over at him. She wasn’t sure if he’d heard her or not.

“I’m alright,” he murmured. “I’ll be alright.”

He stood up, his t-shirt rumpled and sweaty, his grey trousers hanging off his hips. He grabbed his phone and was already dialling before he left the room.

Beth sat, wondering what he’d been dreaming about and who he was ringing.

After a few minutes, she got up and left the room, heading for the kitchen. Zeke was leaning against the counter, his phone on the worktop on loudspeaker.

“No, Melissa, you don’t understand; it actually spoke to me,” he said, sounding as if he was pushing his point in an argument. “It’s never done that before.”

“Just, deep breaths,” a voice with an Australian twang replied. “Everything will be fine, baby, don’t you worry about it.”

“But it won’t be. It’s my birthday on Friday.”

“Oh! Speaking of, we’re going shopping on Thursday, so keep that day free.”

The End

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