“Tell me about this
woman,” Ash commands. “What was it you saw in her?”
“R-rebecca,” Wesley
stutters, “Her name was Rebecca. She looked stunning, stood in
that doorway, whispers of the Weave hanging around her like a shroud.
I've never thought homo sapiens were much to look at, but she was
the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. As I entered the house
she told me she knew who I was. Not what
I was exactly, but why I was there. I asked her what she thought
that was. When I did that, the shroud around her glistened. “Get
rid of me,” she said, but I was completely certain I was talking to
another woman.”
