自阿米（Ami）去世以来已经有一个星期了，今天早上我突然在黎明前几个小时醒来，实际上和母亲去世时一样。这不是一个唤醒我的梦，而是一个想法。有了这个想法，我可以发誓我听到了阿米的声音。但是我没有受到害怕。我很高兴。认识到欢乐。因为我不禁会想我是一个幸运的人。想象一下，在达拉所说的所有可能的宇宙中，在天堂中的所有明星中，我和Ami在一起，我一起出现了一个简短而闪亮的时间。我停下来。我认为
(It has been a week since Ami died and this morning I woke suddenly hours before dawn, indeed the same hour as when my mother died. It was not a dream that woke me, but a thought. And with that thought I could swear I heard Ami's voice. But I am not frightened. I am joyous. Joyous with realization. For I cannot help but think what a lucky person I am. Imagine that in all the eons of time, in all the possible universes of which Dara speaks, of all the stars in the heavens, Ami and I came together for one brief and shining sliver of time. I stop. I think)