Fictional future scenarios in the McElliot lives but based on quotes or part quotes from Caroline or Kate from the actual TV series in an attempt to subvert or change the original meaning...or maybe even show that they've moved on! As usual the characters are not mine, they belong to Sally Wainwright & the BBC but I will attempt to play nicely and leave them 'unmarked'.

After writing 'A Long Way to Arrive at a Kiss', I got to thinking that it might be a good idea to write a similar piece detailing how Kate found that same period of time. So, here it is. The title is taken from another exquisite Neruda poem...because it seemed appropriate.

This was originally going to be a chapter of The Future is Past but it seemed...bigger than that. It's set between S2, Ep4 and S2, Ep6 where Caroline had a lot of time on her hands and a lot of thinking to do. The title is taken from a Pablo Neruda poem. If you don't read my fic, please read the poem. In fact, just read Neruda.