it was only a few seconds ago that my beloved husband vanished before my eyes. I had been standing in front of the tall gilded mirror above the fireplace. I could see him clearly standing behind me. His reflection was also in the mirror, and then before my eyes he was gone to me. Now I move among the shadows of the many rooms, gardens and palaces of the vast estate of Versailles.

I am surrounded by people. They are all of the 18th century era. They do not see me. I am neither in nor of this time. Yet, I do exist. I pinch myself and I can feel the pain of it all. Only a few days ago I came to this palace with my husband and three others. Now they are gone. I walk alone. Never have I ever been so alone. Shane where are you? It is all that I can think. I dare not call out. I dare not speak. I can be heard, but not seen. I frighten them. Now I am very afraid that it is I alone who am a ghost of Versailles.