Jonathan was holding ... air.  He had felt his woman's precious lips on his and he always enjoyed whatever flavor chap stick she was using.  Feeling the warmth of her lips, he reached up to hug her as he always enjoyed doing.  Normally, he would begin hugging and holding her and sometimes slipping his hands underneath the back of her shirt so he could caress her skin.  But this time, there was nothing.<br/><br/>He got up; looking around, there was no traces of her save the necklace in his pocket he had taken off her.  He had to be even more careful of the necklace, it was now shining brightly.<br/><br/>After re freshening himself in the little boy's room, he went out, though it was still early, to go say goodbye to Ambrosia.  After circling the block a few times, he realized something:  the house was simply not there.  There was no more house, no foundation, no indication that something was there at one time.  Knocking on the door of the neighbor, the grouchy old man simply said, "What are you talking about kid?  There hasn't been a house there in ages.  Just those trees.  Crazy boy, I'm going back to sleep."<br/><br/>How could a house just up and disappear?