Diane, sitting in the Wexford Cafe, on Grafton Street, was getting a bit worried. "Chris should have been here by now," she thought, wondering what could have happened to him. She was slowly sipping a glass of red wine thinking to herself that it was all too good to be true...her falling for this wonderful dark haired guy she barely knew, trusting the words he said to her were true. Now she doubted herself and Chris. She didn't know if something had happened to Chris or if he just wasn't coming. Contemplating whether to wait a bit longer or leave, she decided it was best that she leave and hope that he would call her in the morning.
When Chris awoke the following morning, his mind was going a hundred miles a minute. Was he still dreaming? Was he really awake? Was he going to be a father? The girl with the red dress? and.....did he really see the most beautiful girl in the world, with milk white skin? If so, why can't he remember her name? Also, after looking around at his surroundings, how did he get into the hospital? What was going on?
Next thing Chris heard was a knock on the door and someone saying, "You'd better be dressed, I'm coming in" and in walked the nurse that had been taking care of him since he'd gotten there carrying a breakfast tray.
"So you're awake," she said, "do you remember anything?"
"I don't know," said Chris. "I figure this is a hospital, but what am I doing here?"
"You woke last night right after you got here and I told you that you were in an accident, don't you remember?"
"Well, I...I..I vaguely remember standing on the dock looking at this massively huge, beautiful sailing vessel when a crate fell off its deck and hit me on the head."
"The crash must have been worse than we all thought," said the Nurse.
"What crash?"
"The car crash on Grafton Street, silly boy!" she said with a smile.
Now Chris was really confused. What was I doing on Grafton Street?
"Here, eat your breakfast. Things might become clearer then," said the Nurse.
She was right too. For after Chris finished his breakfast, he was beginning to put some of his life back together. The thing of it was, he just couldn't figure out whom Diane was or if she was even real. At least he remembered her name and that she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on, or that he dreamed of....that part was still a mystery to him. Chris found himself just too tired to think at that moment, so he laid back down and found himself back at Enniscorthy Castle, looking up into the beautiful eyes of Lady Christina Howard.
"My Lady Christina, you watch me with such intensity. Is there something wrong?"
"Sir de Lancie, you worried us so. You have had another spell and have been tossing and turning for 2 days now."
Chris just stared at her, not believing his ears. How could this be, he thought, I was just in the hospital. Now I'm back here. Is this the dream? or was the accident and the hospital stay?
