She hadn't expected the end to come so soon after the beginning. She'd barely begun to realise the fact of Ian's life before he departed, leaping into the unknown where she couldn't follow. He was too wise to stay, but still he had been her child, running to her for comfort like any other little boy. Things seemed unreal afterwards, and the first things that seemed real again were the hands that had held hers as she discovered her pregnancy, the hands that brought her son into the world. The hands that would pull her back to herself. It was another kind of beginning.