The raindrops pelt against the car's windows. I hear the thunder in the sky and see the whistling wind sweep branches and leaves across the barren road.

I'm driving to our family's cottage, where I learned to swim with the help of my mother.

She died two weeks ago. Bone Cancer took her life.

You're precious," she always said.

I always smiled. "You're my angel."

I'm driving to the summer cottage. I need peace, away from home, away from people. I need to continue to study medicine, a promise to my mother.

Wreathes of thick fog swirl around me.

A woman crosses my path. I slam on the brakes. Her heart-shaped face resembles my mother's.

I step from the car. "Lady!"

She's gone!

I see the cottage. A cruel wind blows. A gaunt tree plummets, smashing the cottage where I would have been, had I not stopped for that lady.