She was there, but not really there, you see. Like the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything. It's a mystery that's just out of reach, like a carrot on a stick in a sea of existential dread.
But seriously, have you considered the possibility that she was just a figment of your imagination? A mere thought experiment gone rogue? A philosophical thought-provoking puzzle that's been driving you to the brink of madness?
Perhaps she was a manifestation of the absurdity of existence itself, a reminder that life is but a fleeting moment of consciousness in an infinite expanse of nothingness.
Why Was He There? Why Was It There?