 I've always felt there was some special fate that twisted Kathy's life with mine. That night, I arrived at Wuthering Heights just in time to join the search for her. And hours later, I found her near the great rock on Pennistone Crag, lying there in the storm, the life almost out of her. And so once again, I carried her home. And as I held her in my arms, her lips formed one word. He's gone.