"What for? At this moment, more of me is covered, than at any time since we met." "Yes I guess so." For a moment they stood silently before the window. "Toffee--," Marc began. "Yes, Marc?" "Why are you here? What is it you want--really?" "My wish is for you Marc, it has been from the beginning. If I've caused you trouble, perhaps it was because you needed it. I'll be returning soon, but I can't help wanting to linger for a while." "But how will your return be accomplished?" "You'll know when the times comes." She smiled up at him. "Maybe it's time I put those clothes on after all." She went into the bed room. Marc slumped into a chair. In a way he had enjoyed Toffee and her trouble, but now she would be in the way. "You'll know when the time comes," she had said. He was certain that the time had arrived, but he still hadn't any idea about sending her back to the subconscious. Perhaps it would be best to go back to the beginning. How had it started? He reviewed the strange occurrence over and over again. For the fifth time, he went back to the beginning. Suddenly, he brought his fist down on the arm of the chair. "Of course, that's it," he murmured. "Her father was a Welsh." He laughed shortly. "It's so simple, I should have known all along." * * * * * After a time, the bed room door flew open. Toffee was making a grand entrance. As she moved toward him, Marc thought briefly that he had never seen her so beguiling. At the center of the room, she paused. "Isn't it wonderful? I like it even more than the black one." "You might say, it leaves everything to be desired," said Marc. "Oh?" "--by some young swain," he added. "Marc there just isn't any hope for you." "I'd have agreed with you two days ago." "And now?" "Who knows?" "I'm sure I don't." "That's as it should be." Marc started for the bed room. "I could use a little sprucing up myself." At the door he turned back. "Suppose we make a special occasion of dinner tonight--go somewhere, where the food is especially good? I know a place that serves a wonderful welsh rarebit. I was there just night before last." Toffee's smile immediately disappeared and for a moment her eyes searched Marc's face, which had, suddenly, become quite serious. Her smile reappeared as suddenly as it had faded, but it seemed a bit more set. "I'm sure I'll love it," she said. Marc spoke slowly and his voice carried a touch of sadness. "And remind me to stop by the drug-store for sleeping tablets. I ran out the other night." "Sure Marc." Toffee looked away toward the window as Marc left the room. * * * * * The countryside had somehow reassembled itself--as lovely and serene as before, with a blue mist playing about the trees. Toffee and Marc moved down the hillside toward a small valley obscured by the mist. "I should be angry with you," said Toffee. "You didn't waste any time in sending me back, once you knew how."