"Remember when we used to chase the shadows at sunset?" she said, her gaze drifting beyond the screen, onto the landscapes of another time.

"I think," he replied, "they were always closer, like the reflections of what might have been."

"Do you ever feel like we've stepped through a door that was left ajar by mistake?" she wondered, fingers tracing unknown patterns on glass.

He smiled, "Probably. But I'll take missteps over missed chances any day."