And when I finally see her leave the house, a chill through my back, a strange tingling never felt before. She stops in the doorway, and I watch her ​​as she seems to look directly at where I am sitting. I freeze, although I have no reason, I know it is impossible for her to see me. From my position, I watched Savannah, quietly shut the door behind her. She slowly down the steps and goes to the center of the esplanade.
She stops there and she crosses her arms, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one has followed her. Finally seem to relax. And then I feel as if I'm witnessing a miracle, as ever so slowly she raises her face towards the moon. I watch her drink in the sight, sensing the flood of memories she's unleashed and wanting nothing more than to let her know I'm here. But instead I stay where I am and stare up at the moon as well. And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again.