And finally, the images began to slow down, pausing at that snapshot of Helquinn with his wife Favna.
Aiwass's mind slowly zoomed in on the image, Helquinn's brightly sunny, radiant smile becoming ever clearer while everything else gradually blurred into a blur.
Suddenly, Helquinn in the photograph seemed to come to life, while the surroundings merged into a blur and melted away.
As his wife Favna in his arms turned to void, he rose with a touch of regret.
Helquinn winked at Aiwass, his thumb pointing toward Aiwass, his smile genuinely from the heart.
He opened his hand, still with the thumb up, revealing a right hand much larger than Aiwass's, and stretched it forward.
"Wouldn't you like to shake hands?"
That voice, which up until now had been narrating in Aiwass's mind, suddenly rang out at this moment.
Aiwass, as if in a trance, reached out his own right hand and slowly clasped it with the larger hand.
"The rest is up to you."
