Anne sat quietly in her chair, the view out her window of the peaceful English countryside soothed her troubled soul. Anne looks back to the past, her troubled days in the year 1942.
"Come on Annie" she heard a muffled cry, but looks around to find an absence of people, "hurry up, the boys are waiting for us" a young woman -no older than 19- dressed in classical dress, ran through the door. Can she be real? Thought Anne, It can't be; she died years ago. "I'm coming!" another young woman called, appearing in the corner of the room from no-where.
"I miss you, dear friend" Anne mutters, her eyes glazed over, heart heavy and mind blank.