Freedom.

Ann walked to the front of the shop. As usual, she knew who the customer would be and what would be desired. She smiled at the young man standing at the counter.

"Good morning, sir; Thomas, is it not?"

He held out a foot-long gift box, roughly encircled by strands of ribbon. "Yes; I found your card in this gift box and felt it would be appropriate to return it."

"Aah. Was Sarah satisfied?"

"Several times. But in the end it made her unhappy."

"Oh?"

"Yes, apparently a crazy woman broke into her house and set fire to husband's office, totally destroying his home computer. The crazy woman claims to be Sarah herself, somehow magically made younger by unknown circumstances. It's a sad business, but things like that don't happen in real life."