In fact, three days later Reto stood before the door with a large bouquet of red roses. And I was back on Katarina's finger. At first, she didn't notice that one of the stones was missing, but when she did, tears fell again. "Don't worry, darling, I'll take care of that," Reto reassured her. A week later, I was whole once again. I have to say, now I've practically experienced everything that can happen to something valuable: almost stolen, being forgotten, damaged... All the same, I've not yet been flattened by a steamroller or buried by an earthquake. I'd prefer not to even imagine such catastrophes.