Yes!

My name was Una Jace before I met Alan Malcolm. Two months deep in our marriage, I bear his surname.

Unlike my siblings Candace and Ebenezer (Ben for short), I inherited dad’s riotous character, which led him being unable to deal with his emotions and leaving my mother alone with the three of us.

She worked hard, and by the time I hit 13 we moved from living in a small flat to a moderately airy household. Yet I could not make peace with her. Right after I’ve finished high school (with less than desirable marks) I had another quarrel with Mom, which led to me leaving my home in a few hours. She was calling me, ordering to return right now, but this decision to leap away for a better life was final.

I started a new life from scratch in another state and met Alan. He’s a good boy. Well, not rich, not a talk of the town... but reliable, handy and a good lover.

Then Mom fell very, very ill. A pneumonia. Her time was running out, and by then I came to reconsider our disagreements. I booked a flight back home, but decided to have a special night with Alan before we were going to be pulled apart for some time...

This is where things got messy. I woke up late and had to hurry the taxi driver to get us to the airport in time. In the airport, I... uh...

Wait. I didn’t get to the airport, did I? What happened, then?

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When she looked back, she did not see the door anymore. In a few seconds, her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, and the girl could see many stars shining around. Strangely enough, she could not make any familiar constellations out of them.

“I must be so far and so lost...”

After that, there was more light close to her as someone lit the candle right in open space. That seemed even stranger than her being able to breathe and not feeling the absolute zero freezing the hell out of her, so it had all of her attention.

Candlelight has outlined a male face from the other side of the candle. It looked 40-ish, with short black hair and deep moustache.