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call up to the main
house?”
    “Um, well, I...I'm not sure if I'm going to
see them, but, I just wanted to make sure, just in case.”
    “Are you a friend of the family?” She asked,
softly. I shrugged.
    “I guess you could say that, but I haven't
seen them in a very long time.” I replied. She nodded, picked up
the phone and inquired about the two of them being in, and then she
turned to me and nodded. “Thank you.”
    “You're welcome.” She whispered back and sat
back in the booth. I pulled the car threw and made my way up to the
oval driveway in front of the house.
    Out of pure fascination, I parked the car a
bit away from the house and stared at it for a while, taking in the
whole scene and making sure I wasn't seeing things. It took me a
good thirty minutes to step out of the car and walk up to the
house, which I did on shaky legs. I reached out, with a hand that
didn't seem to be my own and touched the wall of this magnificent
house, smiling at the fact that my hand didn't go right threw it,
and then I stepped through the large double doors in front of
me.
    Three women, who were sitting next to the
doorway, all stood and smiled at me. The youngest of the three, for
they all looked to be in their early fifties, walked over to
me.
    “Would you like a tour, Miss?” She asked me.
I smiled at her, as I looked up at the five chandeliers that hung
above me, and shrugged.
    “I'm not sure, yet.” I replied. “Actually, I
was hoping to see someone that I knew”
    I looked over at her, and then down the
hallway as a strange but familiar feeling washed over me. He
stepped out of the door to my right and I watched the smile fade
from his face. It struck me suddenly, like a wave in the ocean,
crashing down on top of me. I knew this man.
    “Maybe, I could be of service.” He said
before really looking at me and when he did, he stopped dead in his
tracks and stared. “Caitlyn?”
    “Michael?” I whispered and felt the dizziness
take over. The three women, who were standing beside me, ushered me
to the nearest seat, where I could barely sit on my own. His face
came in and out of focus and I reached out to touch the blond
haired blur in front of me. My fingers brushed the cool skin on his
cheek and his hand came up quickly, pressing my hand against him.
“Are you real?”
    “Cait, how do you feel?” He asked me, softly,
after instructing the women to get the others. What others? I asked
myself. Were there more of him? My eyesight slowly faded, bringing
me into darkness, with the same unanswered question on my mind.
Were they real?

3
    It was still bright outside when my eyes did
open again, but instead of the chair that I had passed out in, I
was now laying on a large queen-sized bed, somewhere in the house.
I stretched and turned to look at the window, where I spotted a
figure standing. He was tall, almost six feet, and his hair was
long, and black. He had his hands tucked in the pockets of his tan
Dockers pants and the short-sleeved polo shirt he wore seemed to
show off every muscle he had on his arms and chest.
    I stood, sliding out of bed, slowly, trying
not to startle him, although, if he was who I thought him to be, he
should have heard me long before then. I made my way over, towards
the window and stood there, staring at him as he looked out at the
ocean. I watched the playful smile stretch across his childish face
and he turned, slowly, to look at me. I saw him, and his green eyes
seemed to glow with love and affection. I took several steps back,
taking in his whole being before my body reacted to him standing
there.
    “Oh, God.” I whispered, then turned and
walked out of the room. Why wasn't I prepared for this, for the
overwhelming feeling of being near him again? The reason was
simple, I didn't remember them, and I hadn't truly believed that
they existed.
    I could hear him saying my name as I rushed
to get down the flight of stairs in front of me, slipping down the
last four as I went, only to be