The Crucible The light up ahead was calling him. Pulling him closer. Warmth filled him and radiated out of him. He had chosen wisely, he was safe now. Darkness, the light had gone. Now he was cold and unsure. A voice spoke out. "No John you have a final job to do. Elizabeth must be watched over." With that John Procter turned away from Heaven.It was cold and dark in jail. Elizabeth sighed, she was used to it now. A door was flung open and light streamed in. "You're all free to go," shouted one of the deputies. Elizabeth blinked in the bright light. Had she heard correctly? She could go home to her boy's? She stood up slowly, her swollen stomach was getting even larger. How could she cope without John? John stood across the road from his home. How strange to be back when no one could see you. His two sons had already been brought home and john was expecting to see Elizabeth soon. From the talk of passers by, all witchcraft charges had been dropped. If his hanging had just been postponed a few more weeks. John sighed and looked up again, as he heard squeals of delight. He saw his boy's rush to their mother, and saw a tired drained Elizabeth. He should be with her. John suddenly felt that he had made the wrong decision. He should be with Elizabeth, why had he ever had to make that choice, his death or living a lie, surely these equalled the same thing but at least he would be living in one. Elizabeth was pregnant and needed him with her, not dead. He had had a hard enough time making the decision to die, and he had just started to really believe that he had made the right choice. Now john felt confused and alone. Should he have lived? Why couldn't someone have chosen for him? Why was he back on Earth, was this meant to be a punishment? After all he had been adulterous. John stood looking around, not knowing what to do. He had been sent down and landed here. He didn't know if he could move, or if he could go into places. Elizabeth and the boys had gone into the house. What should he do? John started to walk forward. You couldn't call it walking though. John didn't know if he was a spirit, a ghost or a lost soul. He reached his front door and touched it. His hand went straight through. John took a deep breath and went through the door.Everything was as he remembered. Same table, same fire. The same as the last time he had been here. Except he wasn't here now and Elizabeth was pregnant. The pain of not being there struck him again. It wasn't fair. He had been a good, honest man, apart from that one mistake with Abigail. That had been a big mistake. Why had he made that particular mistake? She was a young girl who was taking an interest in him. Any man would be flattered but he couldn't be just flattered, could he? No, he had to touch her, kiss her, caress her. Dam her for even still being in his thoughts. He love Elizabeth though, not this young whore. Abigail had just been lust, no love was involved there. She knew he didn't love her and...
