'Caoimhín shot me a knowing smile. His handsome face beamed at me which made my heart feel fufilled. He took my hand and swung it gently. "It's a sign", he said simply. "What do they mean?" He reached up and took a windchime carefully off a low-hung branch. He stroked the smooth metal in his hand as the others tinkled in the background. "They mean hope, peace. Content. Windchimes are a sign of happiness and love." He placed it back on the tree and turned to me. "All is not lost, Sally. Not now, not ever. Never think it is. This... this is a reminder that there is always hope to be found, even in the most uncanny of places." '