He was the fifth. Meaning, he and others of his kind had been taken from other worlds (parallel universes) to complete a task. But the difference between THIS one and the others, was that this one was to be successful in the mission, where the others had failed.
The others were a bunch of depressed sad sacks. And of course, the difference between the fifth and the others was that he had Holly.
I think that we are all looking for our Holly. That person who completes us. The person who understands our foibles, accepts them, and accommodates us. The person to whom we say, "Ah! Yes!" Because they UNDERSTAND.
I am about to eat a chocolate cupcake with pink icing for breakfast.
Can anyone out there get that?
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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