The words were:
SAPPHIRE & STEEL
Time's missile destroyed the house before it screamed away, leaving a trail of chaos behind.
As the debris settled and the air began to clear, Steel moved through the untouched part of the brush towards the scene of devastation.
All that remained was a single piece of electric cord that Steel himself had left behind as the catalyst for the missile.
The human cost had been considerable; but would have been far worse were it not for Steel's action. Only one of his fellow elements would know how much pain Steel now felt. The others all believed nothing touched him.
I thought I had cut the mother-daughter cord many years ago. However, following her brush with death, when it became clear she could no longer live alone, I felt it my duty to invite her to share my house.
I knew it wouldn't be easy. I just hadn't realised quite how quite difficult it would be. It was like having a permanently loaded missile around. One day she would trail around after me; the next she'd scream at me to get out of her room. And the mess . . .
Was it so wrong of me to pray nightly for her death?