He went to embrace the Maria in the wedding dress, feeling like an awkward child. He stared desperately into her eyes, as though expecting them to be transparent, allowing him to see into that Maria's body to the real Maria hiding inside it. But all he could see was a reflection of the world, which, in a way that he couldn't understand, seemed to have sealed shut a vitally important door (a door that cannot be opened will always seem the most vitally important of doors).