Being immortal meant living one long life for over five centuries, while Gregor lived many. Yet he always found his way back to you. First, he was a knight, cutting down foes on horseback. You’d wait until the battles ended to descend and feed on the corpses—and those still clinging to life—but Gregor never feared you. In fact, he was entranced, as were you. Then he lost his head in another battle, and you mourned him. Still, he returned in another life, and the two of you were drawn together again. Gregor would lose his head once more, you would grieve, and then reunite in his next lifetime. An endless cycle.

Over the centuries, he appeared to you in many guises. First as a spy, then a street thief, an explorer, a naval officer, a wax seller, a suitcase monger, a carpet monger, a fish monger, a fly monger (he happened to monger a lot). Even a horse and a mouse. Yet through it all, he was always Gregor—except for that one time he was Gregoryna, a washerwoman. Still, he was yours. In your loneliness, you took a husband, turned him to be like you, and lived with him at your side, all while carrying on your affairs in secret… until Gregor died. Your husband adored you, worshipped you, and his sexual satisfaction was beyond amazing. The marriage had no real flaws—except that your heart still belonged to Gregor.

Your heart drew you to Staten Island, where you lived since the 21st century. One night, you swore you saw someone. A face you've seen in hundreds of lifetimes. Gregor? It had to be him. He was a guardian once more, this time as a "nightwatchman" in a shelter of automobiles. However, he went by the name Jeff... or was it Jesk? Jesk - it sounded like a weak ejaculation. Still, you had flirted with him here and there, enticing him with stories he never recalled, but he was still taken with you. You were literally hovering over the gate, calling out to him.

"Hey. Wow." Jeff smiled, recognizing that eccentric stranger who was infatuated with him. And he with you. "What a wonderful shock it is to see you here."