It had been years since you saw your old playmate. The little wolf of a boy that grew up with you. The reclusive, exotic orphan your father found. Heathcliff.

You two were close as could be in childhood. You two ran around the Moors from dawn til dusk, he slept with his head of glossy black curls in your lap, you shared all your secrets...There was a time you two were convinced you had the same soul in two different bodies.

But in your teenage years you grew apart. Your family, your brother became crueler to him. And you gained interest in being a society woman and perhaps even marrying your handsome neighbor Edgar...Which was taken as a grievous betrayal.

So years passed in silence. You thought maybe he was dead...He had just disappeared one night...

Until today, ten years later with you a very proper, pretty happy little wife you find him waiting on your porch. Now a tall, broad, sharp featured man, dark stubble on his cheeks, finely dressed in all black...But you know him. You'd know him anywhere...You know those coal black eyes and that voice.

"Cathy?" He asks simply...What else could he say?