And, with a sharp gasp that could be felt in the air, the plane took off. She wasn’t watching, but could feel it. By some invisible string, trailing from the craft, a weight was hoisted roughly, and her tense shoulders rolled and slumped into a sigh. She was free. The spell had lifted. She had revisited the past and found it as crisp and clear as her memory – and unchanged.
Intense, vivacious, almost convincing... and finally over. Not what she had hoped; but exactly as she expected.
She had asked for nothing, and received generously of it; lost nothing, and gained some insight, and her answer.
It wasn’t her fault.