Peter was on the verge of tears.
"You've... come back?"
Joanna inched closer.
"I did, Peter, and now..."
"Now what? What is this?" he was raising his voice, fighting back tears.
Joanna raised her voice as well, ever so slightly.
"Now we can be together, my love, forever!"
 
Rain poured down hard on the lonely wooden house. Inside, a farmer who was just getting used to being stricken with melancholy, to loneliness...
 
And his wife.
 
"Joanna, when you..."
"I know, Peter, I know, but I'm back now!"
"Are you?" He raised his eyes at her now, shaking.
"Yes. For good."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
 
She then tried to take his hands in hers, only to pass through them, immaterial, like a mist ever so thin.