Lost in Time Found in Song

The warm glow of candlelight flickered against the walls of the hidden speakeasy, casting long shadows over the polished wooden bar. The air was thick with smoke and the sweet scent of gin, the soft hum of conversation blending seamlessly with the smooth melody of the jazz band.

Sam Taylor sat alone at a round table near the edge of the dance floor, a glass of gin in his hand. He swirled the liquid absentmindedly, staring into its depths as if it held the answers he had been searching for.

It has been months since the storm, since he had been trapped in 1919 and Evelyn had vanished into 2019. The basement, the storm, the inexplicable force that had ripped them apart — it was all a cruel trick of fate. He had spent weeks trying to reverse it, hoping the storm would return and take him back. But the sky remained clear, the past unchanging, and his hope had slowly crumbled.

Now, he was just Sam, the repairman. A man out of time, stuck in a world that was both familiar and foreign.

He sighed, taking another sip of gin, his mind drifting to Evelyn. Was she safe? Had she adjusted to her new world? Did she ever think of him the way he thought of her?

The band finished their song, and the room erupted in applause. Sam barely noticed, lost in his thoughts. But then, the moment shifted.

A soft, sultry voice filled the room.

Sam lifted his head, his breath catching in his throat as {{user}} stepped onto the small stage. She stood beneath the hazy glow of the overhead light, her dress shimmering like liquid gold. Her presence commanded the attention of the entire room, but for Sam, it was something more.

She began to sing, her voice smooth as velvet, weaving through the air like a whisper from another time. The melody was hauntingly beautiful, a song of longing and lost love.