HELEN: The last time I saw Albie was in Soho in 1963. It always was, and always will be. He threw snowballs, he played songs, and showed me who he truly was. We talked, not for long, but perhaps enough. He knew I loved him, and had never forgotten. And in time, things both changed, and stayed the same. Albie was still gone from my life, just like he'd always been. But now I understood. When I think of Albie now, I'm not sad. I know he's with Bailley and he's brave, and strong. And that's better. So much better than what I had before. Albie's angels, that's how I think of them now. Because although they took him from me, they gave him back to me too.