"Will, what are you doing?" she asks with the concern of a mother staring down upon her children in a sandbox.

"The demon is taking me to hell." As I point my hands rise to drip fingers of steam and diamond studded pain. "But what are you doing here... How? Did God send you to save me?" Feeling a distant wisp of my innocent self swirling in spirals.

"No, Honey, now listen to me carefully." And as she spoke the evil abated a moment. A pristine silence sprung up like a cocoon of protection in my thinking. "I need you to save me?"

"How can I help you?" "Oh horrid and wretched demon this is a ruse, yet another way to torment me?"

"No, No, sweetie shush now, remember when we had pancakes on the veranda and made love all morning covered in preserves?"

"NO, NO, I cant take this! Broken! NO! Don't! Sobbing! Shaking! Shivering in resolve the demon tugs and starts to move onward.

She then whistles our family whistle. The one we used to call the kids and to signal each other to help unload the groceries.

The sweet chime for help or alarm she whistled and sang it, reverberating in the air, it hung about me like a cloak
where my hands no longer melted.

I looked up with tears and said "How...?"

She smiled and said: "The truth about the universe is 'We Create Our Own Reality.' Remember we spoke of this. My family is devout Christian, we met at college and developed our minds and even talked about a moment like this. I agreed to save you from hell which is easy in comparison and some how you knew you were doomed for it." "And you agreed, 'come hell or high water,' you said, to spare me from heaven; that is, if it was true and we laughed till our ribs ached." "Now I can tell you it is but I only have a short time left of residual spirit from that conversation."

"I remember sweet Hope, I remember but how do I defeat the demon?"

She said "Easy, here, let me help."
The demon reached to touch her vile, caustics, steaming to damage, made me cringe and flinch
but she tapped its head and said "See its the alligator wallet you lost on that camping trip, the one you had with the only picture of your dad and all that money remember how long it took us to recover from that and you swore never again would you put all our eggs in one basket and that you would learn how to use the bank."

In that instant of thought and memory the Demon Jaw of Lucifer folded up with the bridge and all that evil ever done and was in my hand shinning in dust.
Pulsing now with a weird mistrust I had felt all my life, about money, wallets and yes even my dad, he had disappeared so unexpectedly from my family.

Crying through tears unfocused the scene changed suddenly I am with my love on the beach where we had our Honeymoon..

She ,smilingly said with a wink, "Now its your turn, I only have a few seconds left."
"When you find me remember Our Love (she begins to fade) as I will surely not remember this and be totally lost in His arms convinced your condemned for what you have done."

"Follow the wispy trail and accept now you are free from hell so you can help me escape the jail of heaven." Her last words diminish to a whisper near my ears as a deeper magnetics began to tug at my soul.

Counting my blessings and staring upward, I began to rise in loves flight, following her fading light, through tears of
realization and bright resolve, my love, my heart saved me and I wish nothing more but to hold Hope in my arms again.