The year was 1945, World War II was finally over, and the world could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Brian Roberts, now an accomplished author of 3 novels, suddenly had the urge for travel, back to where it all began. Throughout the duration of the war, his mind kept returning to that unique woman with the flashing eyes and the divinely decadent green fingernails. Where was she now? She didn't fit into the Aryan ideal in the least...The thought that something may have happened to her turned his stomach every time he thought about it. He'd never forgive himself as long as he lived. It was a recurring worry that would keep him lying awake in bed at night, the guilt eating him alive. Oh god, why couldn't I have tried harder to make things work, why couldn't I have forgiven her? She only did what she thought to be the right thing...
It was during one of these sleepless nights that Brian made up his mind: he would return to Berlin and do whatever it took to track down Sally's current whereabouts - even if it ended up leading him to a gravesite ultimately. He HAD to know what had become of her, or the uncertainty would consume him. It was already beginning to do just that.
Brian couldn't help but feel a distinct sense of deja vu as he rode the train from London to Berlin. This was exactly how his whole adventure had began 6 years prior, and a similar, nearly palpable magic seemed to surround him in the air. He felt a strong sense that Sally was alright, wherever she was - but would his search lead him to her or not? Would she remember him? Better still, would she even speak to him or have forgiven him after all this time for everything that had happened?