The sweltering temperatures of august had driven many a pedestrian to seek the comforts of the air-conditioned museums of the Capital City. This was my haven, my sanctuary, the National Art Gallery. I had come here for years, just to sit in the quiet or walk the halls hoping to escape my loneliness and lock away the outside world. I have been here so many times I've memorized the textures and styles of each Artists work, But today, I was only one of the few that now crowded the halls of the Museum. On this particular day I was standing in an inset doorway, deep in the shadows, trying to meld into the surroundings. I had no idea, that in the next moments the world I knew would be gone. A young woman strolled in, removed a heavy backpack from one shoulder and sat down on the couch. Jeans and a baggy shirt hid the features of a lovely young woman. Her hair was pulled tightly back in a ball with one of those ghastly things women lovingly call a scrunchy. She sat down, opened her pack and removed a lap-top Computer. I found myself wondering who she was. It was rather strange. She sat there looking at the painting and smiling. Then she spoke. "You know don't you?" I ducked backward deeper into the shadows. A man and a woman entered the room, an Asian couple. They walked around the room looking at the paintings on each wall. When they came to the painting in front of the sofa where she was sitting, the woman looked back at her. Then at the painting. They became very excited. They were frightened, the woman spoke to the girl, but she didn't move, not even an eyelash. She sat there silent and still, as if she were frozen. The couple became more excited and left the room in afrenzy. " I hate when that happens". The girl said. "I wish I could just close the door and lock everyone out until the time is here." It was at that moment, I realized she was talking to the painting. I glanced up only to be caught in a whirl-wind of vertigo. I stood captive between reality and an imagination gone wild. The room spun around me as my eyes locked onto the painting. It was incredible. It was a mirror image. the soft smile, the haunting azure blue eyes, the pale blond hair, the creamy silken complection, all. the image of the young woman sitting on the sofa before me. She smiled, "I know what you're thinking," she said. "I can feel it inside. We share that time and place.I'm coming back, I'll be there soon. I just have to wait for the right moment". Then she began whispering. I tried, but for the life of me, I couldn't understand what she was saying. I just starred at her. then at the painting. It was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. The room began to spin around me, feeling dizzy, I reached for the wall. my fingers penetrated the mortar and beams like wind through a heavy fog. I felt myself being pulled from this reality to. "Somewhere in time".