James simply watched Helen as she slept. Six weeks prior, he had been captured by Nazis and tortured by his former love. Six weeks prior, she had watched her former love shot and bleeding before disappearing. That these loves were one and the same never troubled them. It never interfered in their relationship. In fact, it deepened both their friendship and their intimacy. In another world, another life it could be an impassible obstacle. But not with them. Never with them. Helen sighed in her sleep. James smiled. If there was one thing they had plenty of, it was time.