The speed of the aircraft did not suit him. He knew that the flight rules do not allow pacing in the aisle between the rows of seats, but could not stop. He wanted to get back to her, and to make amends for all the hurt that he said. And did. Andrew tried not to think about its tenderness and fragrance, but it was useless. He remembered it clearly. The memory of the shared joy when he made her his wife, caused him pain. Again and again he tried to rid himself of the memory of a wonderful feeling he experienced when later drew her to him. But it was all useless. His feelings are out of control.