"I've got to admit," Alison said as she and Winston danced. "It's a little painful to look at you, and I know I shouldn't be thinking that way but I am. I keep thinking of the other Winston, the real Winston, the Winston I saw in the wheelchair when I first got here. As much as I'm enjoying myself, he will always be at the back of my mind."

     "You know what I keep thinking, or I should say hoping," Winston replied. "I hope that, when we get back 'home', and I must return to what I've become, I hope to retain the memory of this moment to keep my soul warm. You are so very, very beautiful, my beloved Alison."

     "I am a thirty-four-year-old woman who desperately needs to add a few pounds."

     "And more beautiful than anything I've ever seen before in my life."

     "Looks like everyone's headed for the grotto."

     "Shall we join them?"

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