Anne had been standing looking out the window trying to determine where the gallows were. It was dark of course and she couldn't see them but she knew that in a matter of hours, she'd be standing there and her life would be over. Her confessor had been and gone, the ladies who were staying with her and no doubt sending reports to the gaoler were asleep on their couches and Anne decided that she might as well lie down too. Strange to think of sleeping the night before your death she thought as she'd have all eternity to sleep. To her surprise though she had drifted off...
When she opened her eyes, she sat up, startled. This was not the Tower! This was a bright airy room, there was sunshine, the bed was her very own bed from Hever and she was alive. Anne got out of bed, looking down to see that she was wearing the dress she'd had on when she'd lain down the evening before. Was this the afterlife? No, it couldn't be because she wouldn't be alone and she would have remembered going to the gallows. She was about to walk into another room when she heard a voice from the door asking her who she was and demanding to know what she'd done to her.
Anne turned and faced the voice, her mouth falling open as she recognized the girl who could only be her daughter, Elizabeth. There was no question that it was her, older of course, but most definitely Elizabeth. If she'd doubted that, she had only to look at the pendant the girl had in her hands. "Elizabeth..." she said and took a step toward her. "How...what..you have my pendant."