Awakened from her self-inflicted brume by a most unexpected thing. It was sheer happenstance that at that particular moment she was contemplating which direction to go... when a hand appeared. She stared at it for the longest … unsure. She decidedly set aside her fear, doubt and judgement. Something was different - it was time. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and latched on for dear life. Instead of being pulled to and fro and shifting back and forth, she found herself gliding effortlessly through the haze and muck that kept her stagnant and stuck. She wasn’t being led as much as she was walking in step. However, fear assuredly revived its unwanted presense; and the usual conjecture about being deserving and what was undoubtedly coming caused the usual dread. It wasn’t until she forcibly stopped that she intently examined the glorious hand she was grasping. She opened her eyes and saw her savior, the love of her life… within her own reflection.