Hannah suddenly woke up drenched in sweat, her heart racing. It all seemed so real to her, but also like it was a dream. It was dark out, so she looked at her alarm clock. It read 4:30. She walked to the kitchen for a glass of water, drinking it while standing at the kitchen sink, looking out to the rolling fields beyond the fence.

The moon was nearly full and she could see the low lying mist blanketing the gentle slopes of the hills, and what appeared to be the figure of a man. Hannah could see him walking closer to the old farmhouse that had been in her family for over one hundred years. Without looking away from the window, Hannah slowly opened the drawer next to the sink and pulled out her handgun.

Suddenly she realized she knew the man, but not from this lifetime. She had a chill come over her body, laying the gun down in its place in the drawer. She realized this was a man from her past. He had visited her before when she was a child but he was also child then. Hannah was living in the 1990's and this man was dressed in a navy Civil War uniform.

The name “James” suddenly formed on her lips, then she felt herself moving to the back door of the farmhouse. She pushed open the door, running down the steps, then to the gate at the fence. The man was about twenty-five feet from her.

They made eye contact and she let a whisper out, “James? Is that you?”

“Hannah, it’s me.”