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Show 288 all deja vu's, with a gradual sliding back completely into this reality. Well, she was not disappointed: she had experienced enough revelation for today anyway. She was pleased, very pleased, with how the drive had gone. She would take the mainland road back, she decided, when she came to the ferry landing, pulling off onto the ramp. She was the only car waiting for the ferry. She could not see very far out into the fog-filled channel, she rolled down the window. But there was no sound of the ferry engine, just the slow slap of the water at the ramp. She was alone. She could not remember when she had felt so alone. So totally alone. Although she was not lonely. She reached down and stroked the new seat cover, and ran her hands slowly over the steering wheel. There was something exciting^.almost disturbing, in being so alone like this with herself. She sensed some element in herself that she did not know-some aspect of herself which was a stranger to her. What? She listened. The chug chug of the ferry engine came ubiquitously out of the fog, the ferry itself was not visible. And what was it? Perhaps, she thought, this strange feeling was simply her own presence: her own self. And what was that? She did not know. But just to know it was there, was enough. The hulk of the ferry slid out of the fog, and huge now before her, bumped against the ramp, jiggling the car under her. The indistinct figure of the ferryman, from his glassed-in cab, signalled her. She started the engine-the ferryman: who was it that accompanied people across the River Styx?~she could not remember. She drove carefully |