I approached in disbelief and dipped my finger into the stream: from the taste, it seemed to be linden honey so, although unlikely to catch cold in Heaven, just in case I did, I had a herbal remedy handy. Don’t ask me more because I don’t know. I rolled my eyes through my personal heaven to see what improvements I could make to it because I was sure I was going to find myself momentarily knocked backwards among the red rocks. I took a deep breath, gathered my strength and lifted my head a little. She wasn’t at all the silly girl I had thought she was when I first met her, for, after glancing briefly at the torn suit, she glanced at the grass and flower-covered remains of the shuttle. I was in a tub with pink suds and gold handles in the middle of an apocalyptic landscape: pieces of the shuttle scattered all over the red rocks, Pauline dead, and me a prisoner of absurd hallucinations. I rushed towards her and took her in my arms watching in amazement as her eyelids fluttered slightly then her grass-green eyes beneath her looked at me questioningly:
“What’s going on, Pierre?” And I quickly put my hand over her mouth then, I helped her to undress her heavy suit: on her gorgeous body she
