"I...just remembered something." Gabriel said, blushing. "I think this is where we first..." He looks up and can see she remembers it too.  A tear slides down her cheek.  "It was was a good day," she says, her voice choked with emotions she couldn't begin to tease apart.<br/><br/><br/>Gabriel runs a hand over her cheek, wiping away a tear.  She leans into his hand.  It is the sort of hand that is use to hard work and much use, but is well taken care of.  She liked that of him.  The shared annoyance of knowing a place and yet not knowing a place holding them both quiet a moment as the moonlight lit the garden.  She looks to his eyes and smiles.  "I'm ok.  I have you with me."  She wraps her arms about him and closes her eyes.  She has yet to realize her writings were about them.  She whispers "if this place is real, are the other places real too?"  The thought comes to mind as she mentally compares her inept drawing to the places she saw about her.  There are drawings not of this garden.