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holding the lattes upright.
    Alyx stopped by
the kitchen and raked her hands through her hair as she scowled.
    “You know I love
you,” Cindra said, shutting the door behind her with her foot, “and I knew you
would sleep late, so I thought I’d give you a wake-up call and bring you a
latte.”
    “That’s exactly what I needed,” she said and took the cup from her hand. “I figured you were
early because you were extra eager to get going today.”
    “Well… that
too.”
    She pointed a
finger at her disheveled hair. “Now let me go take care of this mess. I won’t
be long.”
    “Yes, PLEASE!”
    Armed with the
latte, Alyx made her way to the bathroom to get ready for their girls’ day and
pulled her make-up bag from the cabinet while her hot rollers warmed.
    “Since when did you
start watching the History Channel?” Cindra yelled from the living room. “I
didn’t realize you were an old person disguised as a young whippersnapper.”
    Alyx’s hand
paused as it went to swipe on the first of her foundation, and she studied her
reflection in the mirror. For lack of a better description, that’s exactly what she was; an old person disguised as a ‘young whippersnapper’-- as her
friend so eloquently stated.
    Even though she
had lived three life spans, each time her soul was placed into a new earthly-vessel
that began its lifecycle at the age of twenty-five and aged like a humans
normally would. This ensured that she successfully blended in with society, her
cover story this time being that she was a single girl who moved to the city in
search of career opportunities. Her final assignment commenced three years ago,
the day before she started at Bachman and Yorkshire. So as far as Benjamin,
Cindra, and everyone else at work knew, Alyx was only a mere twenty-eight human
years old.
    Because her
vessel always began in the mid-twenties, her life spans were considerably short.
The past two were thirty-eight and forty-three years a piece, which technically
made her eighty-four years old to date. In total accumulation, including the
years she spent in the darkness between lifetimes, her soul was around three
hundred years old. But Alyx had become so accustomed to her human veneer,
she felt more human than she did anything else. Mainly because her time spent
in the darkness was more of an unconscious limbo.
    After a brief
moment, she shook her head with a hint of a smile. “Don’t hate, Cindra!”
    She completed
her hair and make-up in record time, threw on a knitted beret, a pair of skinny
jeans that she tucked into brown, leather boots, an ivory knit t-shirt, and
some dainty gold hoop earrings. “Let’s go make history,” she said as she
grabbed her purse, and they headed for the door.

 
     
     
     
     

     
    CHAPTER
2:
     
    Isaac
     
     
    The
disorientation frightened him. Try as he might, he couldn’t recall his name or
where he lived, and couldn’t see so much as an inch in front of him as he
thrashed through the night air to search for something to hold on to. After his
futile attempts to decipher a sound or a shape in the darkness, he gave up and
blindly walked forward over the cold, grassy earth.
    Clueless as to
where this decision would lead him, he placed one foot in front of the other
when the branches above slowly thinned away to allow the tiny, twinkling lights
to shine through, illuminating his path. This is the right way. What
seemed like a guess in direction before was now clear. Something pulled him
there, she pulled him there, like a gravitational force.
    By the faint
crashing of a waterfall in the distance, he knew that he was close. Fifteen…
fourteen… thirteen … Only a few more paces and he would see her again.
    The tree line
broke, and he emerged into an open field. The same woman he had seen in past
dreams sat on her knees amidst the tall grass, gazing sullenly at the ground.
Her glossy black hair enveloped her shoulders with a single strip of white
flowing along the left side. He