Fall 2008, seventeen years since that date. If Susan has appeared in dreams, they've gone unremembered. Now ...

Some sort of a get-together in a convention or community center. I'm standing off on the fringes, away from the cocktail crowd, when I'm grabbed in a side hug and turn my head to see who...

She looks her age.

She makes it look spectacular.

"I'm running!", she says, with that smile I remember from a Hot Shoppes lot some 39 dream-years ago. Then, not quite suiting deed to words, she strides away toward the crowd.