Dougal McGregor.

He was the love of her life - and frankly, would always be. She had been engaged to him for a few weeks, and they were going to have their wedding in the summer of 1954, July 31st. She was ecstatic. She had run home, told her parents, and they were pleased as well, although when concerned for her identity safekeeping, she informed them he knew and would keep a secret. Besides, nothing was more important than love, right? Nothing better than being engaged to the man of your dreams.

However, something did not sit right with her.

"Dougal? Dougal?"