A brush of his lips against her shoulder sent her spiraling back to where they began. They were young lovers then, each other’s reason to live. Pressing her head against his chest, listening past the staccato rhythm of his heart, she could hear his laughter and smell the scent the cotton left on the surface of his skin after a long day in the fields. But, that was then. Now, here they are again, a century away from where they started, staring at each other each, trying to remember what they both forgot.

If she knew how long they’d known each other, the seriousness in his eyes may not have been frightened her. A woman of 30 years born under a sun in Aquarius, she depended on her sharp logic and intellect. But everything that was happing now - the visions, the voices, the vivid dreams - all worked against her comprehension. Nothing made sense anymore so she decided to yield.