He reached out a hand to me, that angel did. But I did not take it, no I did no take it. I stared at his hand and the dark tunnel behind him. I was afraid of the dark; it would be good to have someone with me. He smiled that angel, a warm loving smile, one that makes the corners of your eyes crinkle up. I knew that I would not go down that tunnel, I would not take that angel's hand. Instead I smiled in return and turned away. That tunnel is still there, that angel is still waiting. I did not go with him then, and I shall not go with him now; but I'll go with him someday hand in hand that offer from so many years ago finally fulfilled. But I shall not go, I shall not go until I know the answer. The answer to a question that everyone asks. I shall find the answer. Why? I shall find the answer and then and only then shall I take that angel's hand and walk into the Great Perhaps.