“Come with me.” She said, beckoning him forward. “We used to do everything together. I don’t want to be separated now.”

He couldn’t go. If he touched her, he would be gone too. He would be wholly and completely gone. And with his departure, I would have failed once again. “Don’t!” I cried, “Stay away from her!”

“But she’s my sister.” He said with tears in his eyes, “We need each other.”

And so he grabbed her hand and they vanished from time.