I visited Westminster Abbey site of The Da Vinci  Codes wild-goose chase scene while on duty overseas with the State Department.  As we strolled through this gigantic labyrinth of history, I suddenly looked up and found that I'd become separated from my tour guide.  It was closing time. Dark shadows huddled in corners ready to leap out at me as I passed. I quickened my pace, finally breaking into a run as my footfalls slapped the cold floor, echoing at my heels.  Then up ahead, a dim light winked in the darkness. And a voice floated toward me through the must-filled air.

It was her voice, the voice of wisdom---Sophia

The light grew closer, brighter until it seemed to sear my eyes with its intensity. I closed them tight, gasping for air in ragged breaths.

A starburst exploded on the dark screen of my eyelids.

They found me two days later, eyes glassed over and disoriented, sitting on a bench in Hyde Park.  A thin white streak ran through my dark brown hair.

I kept repeating one word over and over like a demented fool:

She, She, She . . . .