Clara sometimes asks me if I dream. "Course I dream," I tell her, "Everybody dreams." "But what do you dream about?" She'll ask. "The same things everybody dreams about," I tell her, "I dream where I'm going." She always laughs at that, "But you're not going anywhere. You're just wandering about." That's not true, not any more. I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone's. It's taken me so many years, so many lifetimes. But at last I know where I'm going. Home...the long way round.