A melody. That's all she heard. The sweet song filled her head as she floated in that world she knew so well. She wanted to float there, stay there for all eternity as it played. Giving her hope and freedom from the outside world.

The sound of the wind pressing against the sails above her gave her a location as the salty sea air caressed her nose. The mist of the waves splashed against her skin as the creak of the wood and the oars breaking the water was the last hint she needed. The lifting tones of Nordic falling from male tongues filled her with hope, he was coming. She could smell him now, that earthy pine scent she melted into, wafted into the air as the heat of his body came to her back, his breath tickling her neck. She waited for those words to come, her heart feeling like it would burst-

"Devushka, vykhodite iz vannoy!" the shout shattered the beautiful world she was in.

Katyusha sat up in a start, the water sloshing around the tub as she gathered herself to hear her mother pound on the door again.

"Da, da. Ya znayu!" she replied, hearing the woman leave.

She shook her head as she made her usual around the room, readying herself for work once again. In all honesty, she hated it all. Hated being here, hated her home, hated the people around her, hated her family, hated...no she couldn't say she hated her issue. It was the only thing she truly understood and enjoyed. For when she faded into it, it was there, he was there.

Finally finished, she walked down the hall. Her fingers skimming the wall as she found her room, her parent's voices lifting to her ears. They complained. How things could be better. How difficult it was with her. How-

"Bespoleznaya devushka." she heard them say.

Useless girl. She tried to hold in her emotions, tried so hard not to cry by their words. But god did they hurt. She couldn't help she wasn't like her sisters, who married and made families and were all in the hospital as high staff members. Or her brothers who worked in government buildings and military. She couldn't help the way she was.

Grabbing her pack and cane, she left the house, leaving the ugliness behind. The library was one of the places she did find solitude. She could be herself as quiet as it was and could listen to what she wanted if she worked converting things from the books to the computers. From the metro to the bus, she finally got to the library, early as usual.

"Privet Katyusha!" the head of the place called to her, hearing murmurs from the other workers.

"Privet." she said heading to her small office.

She could smell the pine of her office as she got closer. When she finally figured out that scent from those dreams and world, she grabbed it all in bulk; never wanting to forget or leave his scent.

Sitting within her chair, she found the large book she still needed to finish as the door came open.

"Privet Katyusha!" she heard Lana say, placing something upon her desk.

"Privet. Chamomile tea?" she asked.

"You shouldn't have to ask, I know you can smell it."

"I know." she chuckled as her fingers graced the keyboard. "Anything from the others?"

"Nothing as of late." the woman came around to her side, "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Read with one hand and type with the other?"

Katyusha sighed, "How else am I to?"

She heard Lana hum her response as she went back to the door.

"Mikhail." Katyusha warned.

Lana threw open the door as she slapped the man on the other side, gaining a shout of shock and hurt.

"Katyusha!" He whined, "You weren't to tell her."

"I have enough issues with you two pranking and scaring one another around me. It's why I get a headache."

"Speaking of you and that head of yours." He barged his way in as Lana grunted in disapproval. "Lana here told me about your dream things."

Katyusha paused, she waited for him to continue as she tried to keep herself from exploding on the woman.

"Do you really dream of Vikings?"

"Lana." Katyusha sighed as she rubbed her temples.

"Come on now, at least it's us." She replied.

With a sigh, she gave in, "Fine. I think they are. Alright I'm almost positive it is. It's just something about it that makes me want it and understand why and with it why he-"

"He?" They cut her off.

Shit. She forgot she left out that tidbit. "Yes, he."

"Now it makes sense." Mikhail said. "Can't be reading those romances as night."

She heard Lana's hand connect to his head again. She shook her head as they bickered at each other like an old married couple.

"If you two are going to fight, then leave."

"Net!" They shouted.

"Just keep going." Lana spoke up.

"What else is there. It's like I'm in the Viking era. I sometimes hear an applauding crowd or hear men talking privately yet that's all. There's nothing else."

"Have you ever spoke to anyone else about this?" He asked.

"I have enough issues."

"I don't mean family or regular doctors." He said, his tone going serious as his voice dropped to a whisper, "Rumor has it there's a woman in the main government building that had the same as you."

"You do realize rumors are just shit." Lana stated, having her nod in agreement.

"Da, but at times. In this case, it's true. My brother has spoken with her, maybe I could set you up a quick appointment or have her come here."

"No offense Mikhail, but this is nuts." She told him as she rubbed her eyes.

"Don't know until you try." He replied.

In truth, he wasn't wrong. What could truly go wrong if she tried besides being labeled crazy and put in the nut house. On second thought, the peace and quiet within would be amazing as she would be away from her family.

"Fine, I'll try."

Katyusha was in a quick search. She was going to nail him when she found him. His snorting laugh pulled her to him, finally smelling his cologne. Raising the cane, she cracked it across his ass, gaining a yelp from him.

"Ty che, blyad?" He shouted.

"You didn't tell me she was coming today?"

"Why does it matter?"

"I'm not ready for someone to pull apart my brain."

"Just relax. The woman was nice enough to come in on short notice. She seemed really excited to help." He told her, locking his arm with hers. "Now if I'm correct the car I see is hers and is on her way in or is already there. So, you best get to your office."

With that, he practically dragged her to her office as she protested all the way there just to have him ignore her. With a final push, he placed her in the office.

"Well Katyusha, enjoy." He said closing the door behind him.

She stood there seething to the brim that he went and did all that he did but it died off as a presence was in the room.

"Don't mind him." They said, "he's only trying to help a friend."

Katyusha heard someone move around her desk and face her, something about this woman was gentle and warm as she took her hand.

"I'm Lily Braginski." She greeted, her hand so warm and small, "You must be Katyusha I presume."

"I am."

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you or give any issues. As of now your two friends caught me up on it." She said, "I want to hear from you what else is there."

She was shocked. Stunned that the woman was straight forward and ready to dive into her world.

"I'm a lost cause to be honest." She replied.

"I don't see that." She told her, "I see a woman lost in a world of normality, trying to find her place outside of Russia."

"How can you-"

"I had the same thing dear. I dreamed of women and historical incidents as well." She explained to her, "You see I'm in a particular group of women that are searching for others like us. Dreaming of historical places and people that most people couldn't fathom. You, you are one of those people Katyusha."

She wasn't sure what to think. She thought the woman was nuts, crazier than most yet something in her told her to go along with it.

"There were four of us but as of late we have found a few more and the number it sees to keep growing day by day. In truth, I would like to believe you are the tenth person we are searching for out of the world."

"Then why do I dream what I do?"

"The history that lays within you is calling you. It wants you to go to the country it holds-"

"But I do to know the country. The language is Nordic I believe for it's like ours in some ways, but I don't know what it is?"

"Anything stick out?" Lily asked her, "Names, songs, items, sights-"

"No sights." She cut her off, "The only thing that sticks out is a lullaby. A sweet soothing melody that just fills me with happiness and I never want to leave it."

"Know the lyrics?"

Katyusha sighed as she attempted to repeat the song she heard within her head. The sweet song playing in her head as she sang it to Lily.

"Norge."

"Chto?"

"It's Norwegian." she repeated, "I notice the difference between them all. Got to when working government."

"Norway?" She sighed out, her heart ready to burst as her mind sank, "It's hopeless."

"Why do you say that?" Lily asked, "We don't mind helping you get to Norway and on your feet there, we have a friend that would help you over there. If you pull equal weight, he won't mind. We just-"

"You really have no idea how hard it is for me, do you? Someone like me."

"How do you mean?"

Deep within her heart she hoped that one day she would find him, understanding who he was and just have him close by, but the truth behind it all was damning.

"How do you expect a blind woman to accomplish what you are saying?"