The long halls called out to her, the fact she was there screamed everything she ever needed. It was a step so far in the direction for women like herself that she couldn't wipe the smile off her face, let alone sit for the actual lectures. But at the end she saw him, standing there as the small pipe billowed small puffs outward as he waited for her. Of course, he kept his promise. To walk with her and make sure she wouldn't be assaulted or more. She knew he meant well, knew that some of the men were not very happy that she was there in the first place but he would keep them at bay of her.

"Took you long enough." he said as she came to his side.

"Did you think I wouldn't show?"

"No, more worried of the fact that someone would try and stop you." he replied as he moved around her, "You are making history for the world."

The sounds of cars driving by as higher-ups gave commands within gave her the knowing that she had swindled them once more. Drawing the Nazi's out once more and gathering all she could for the hiding Jews. It was all she could do. Well, that and find him again. She knew he was in this building, saw the white-haired soldier drag him in here earlier right before...no she didn't want to think of what had happened within.

Quickly moving, she darted into the building out of the careful eye of the soldiers. Traveling only a few feet in, she could hear him, pained moans coming from a room. Working the door open, she saw him on the floor, blood spattering the floor as he laid there in it.

"Jesus, they did you well."

Green hazel eyes glared painfully up at her, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Saving you." she said, trying to lift him up.

"No leave me, if I go the nation falls." he winced, "Besides, you're already at large."

"Oh please, they're looking for someone with bright red hair, I don't have that."

She felt his fingers tangle in her hair as a weak laugh left him, "Only you."

The soft hymn of the choir broke the images from her mind as the Recessional Chant came to its end. Zytka shook her head as she followed the others around her, doing what she could to stay focused. She was mad at herself. How could she have fallen in that strange dream again, it was a curse really. Sinful. Evil. She heard the end as everyone went to kneel, giving a silent prayer to God, giving thanks to what was before them and his ways. Yet her's were always the same.

Why? Why would he do this to her? Why would he damn her to a hell that made people question her mind? Was she not devoted enough? Was she not faithful enough to him and his beliefs? What did she do wrong? Yet every time she prayed, she was answered with silence.

It was nightmarish, everything that was before her. All it did was send her on a wonder of right and wrong and wonder if she was meant to be good or bad. Before long, people left the church, her own family bidding her farewell as they knew she would stay behind to confess. She thought of every Saint that could cross her mind, especially Saint Dymphna. It was all she really could do. Once the large place was clear of the majority, she made her way to the confessional, hoping that Father Dominik could help her get where she needed.

Within the small box, she waited as her mind ate at her. Her worries and fears growing more and more on her as the nightmarish hell continued its raid on her. Maybe he couldn't help her and she was forever doomed in his-

"Welcome child."

Zytka crossed herself as she sighed, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession."

"And your sins my child?"

She felt her breath quiver, "I do not know. I have followed his word with all of my heart yet I still am unhealthy and plagued by dreams. I have confessed and prayed, cleaned my soul and more yet I do not have his heart it seems."

"Now child, I know it's you. God has not given up on you, he is giving you a path that he knows you can walk along. No task before you is a sin and you have not. I have watched you teach the children of God's work and ways, and he is grateful of you." he told her.

That was not the answer she had hoped for, not by a long shot, but it was his words and she had to accept them, "Then Father, what should I do?"

She was met with silence. Odd, Father Dominik always told her to pray and make sure to thank the Saints that would watch over her most. But the opening of the door with his heavy footsteps to her side was all she was getting, just for her own door to open.

"Zytka, I think you and I should have a walk in town." he said, holding his hand out to her.

She was shocked. That wasn't something he would do, yet she didn't argue with the man. She followed him out of the church as they made their way down the winding streets. He never said a word yet held his head high with a small smile crossing his lips and Zytka was becoming nervous of this, this was just way too out there, even for her. But as the day grew high with time, she let herself become emersed in the nature that was around her. She heard the birds singing as people chattered around her, a typical day for everyone as the sun gave a gentle warmth to her skin. She wanted to bask in it, to enjoy what was in front of her but she knew it wouldn't last that long.

"Here we are." he said opening a door.

Zytka looked up, seeing the large sign above the door, "Apteka?"

"Tak. Daj spokój." he said as he waited for her.

She had enough of pharmacies really, doctors even. They didn't really help her issue, just made it less frequent, but the dreams were there all the time no matter what she did. Following him inside, she wondered what he was up to as he went to the pharmacy counter, speaking quickly before she could catch anything. The young man nodded to him as he left them for another room.

"Just wait and trust me." Father Dominik said to her.

"I do trust you, just don't know what to think of this."

Suddenly the door flew open again, a young Asian woman came flying out of the enclosed spot, darting right for them. Her eyes full of excitement as she nodded to Father Dominik, "Are you serious?"

"Very." he told her as he pointed to her, "This is the young woman I spoke of."

Wait, he had spoken about her to a stranger, more than once, "Father Dominik, does this not count as breaking the Seal of Confession?"

"A devoted Catholic I see too." the woman said, "Fear not Zytka, you are not alone. I had asked many priests in the nation to help my husband and I out for young women and men like yourself."

"What do you mean?"

She smiled at her, "Father Dominik, I thank you again, the nation of Poland itself does. Feliks will speak later on with you and as for you, Zytka, I'm Riko Łukasiewicz and I was just like you at one point."

Zytka just stared at her, unsure of what to think or do, "How?"

"Answer me one simple question, do you dream of women? Showing power or strength that you cannot explain?"

She felt herself stagger, how was that possible? She was insane, clear as day and God was punishing her, she knew it, but how would this woman know such things?

"I too dreamed of women. I later figured them out to be Marie Curie, Helene Deutsch, and Ernestine Rose. I dreamed of those women until I came to Poland from Japan and found answers that made no sense yet did at the same time." she explained, "And you, my girl, are the next one to be found like me."

This had to be a joke. Someone was doing this for the hell of it and it was getting under her skin. She wanted to protest them both, to tell them that they were crazy yet she couldn't move. She tried, tried so hard yet found herself stiff. Her eyes found Father Dominik as his widened with knowing fear. Dear God, she triggered it now. Her teeth clamped shut so tightly that she heard them creak under the pressure, her neck grew tense as the muscles within spasmed and her legs had the pins and needles effect yet felt as if someone was taking them out from under her. She caught their faces before it all went away, the same fear that everyone gave her when this happened.

Finally, she began to fall, feeling her body convulse as their voices became distant and her vision darkened, and this time, she welcomed it all.