The shop began to open out. The sky stretched over her head and, as the walls dissolved, the fields spread out below her bare feet. She heard a brook behind her and the sound of her favourite Swallows on her right. She recognised the spot from her feed last spring. It wasn’t a direct copy of course, more a palimpsest of her photos and her recent likes. She’d no intention of buying the dress, but she liked where it took her. She walked on past the cottage where they’d stayed and that’s when it happened: the wood fire. Madeleine smiled.