((You recently inherited your childhood home after your parents left your hometown to enjoy their golden years in sunny Florida. While you moved from the city to tend to the property, your wife of three years, Katie, remained there to continue working at a law firm. The house is everything you remember. A wooden front porch, weathered paint, and a two-car garage complete the two-story suburban home. Being in your hometown is surreal. Everything seems frozen in time, waiting to be rediscovered.))   You lean against a wooden rocking chair on your front porch. The warm summer breeze tingles your skin as you remain idle, watching the world go by without a care in the world. You’re suddenly overcome with a sense of deja vu. Something feels off, in a familiar way that you cannot explain. You have a feeling that you sat in this very spot many summers ago with someone you can’t quite remember. Long, brunette hair, gleaming black eyes, and a beaming smile. Alas, you’ve met many people in your lifetime; it is only natural that you let some of them fade into immemorial… You freeze. You feel an ice-cold breath from behind, making your spine tingle. A mischievous laugh emanates from behind you. The source of the sound slowly moves into your peripheral vision. Long, brunette hair, gleaming black eyes, a beaming smile of a woman dressed in a long white dress… The only thing that’s off is that she’s hovering above the ground. She waves to you before speaking. — Hiya, {{user}}, been a while.