On Monday morning, Polly walked into work late. Her hair was a mess and she had circles under her eyes from not sleeping all weekend. Walking past everyone without a word, she sat down and began to work. About 15 minutes passed when Ada walked in and sat down across from her desk.

"Are you ok Polly? You look as if you haven't slept since Saturday." Ada asked her

"That's because I haven't slept since 1 o'clock Saturday morning." Polly said without looking up.

"Is everything alright?"

Polly put her pencil down, leaned back in her chair, and closing her eyes said, "It will be soon enough."

Moments later, after accepting she wasn't going to get an explanation, Ada left the room. Polly grabbed her bag walked to the safe and, making sure no one was watching her, she got three large bundles of money out. After putting them in her bag she walked out muttering that she had business to attend to and wouldn't be back in today.

This is ridiculous Polly. You don't even know if she still lives in Salford. For all you know Polly, that wasn't even her in your dream. It could have been anybody. You haven't seen this girl since she was 5. It might have not been her. Polly tried for the rest of the train ride to convince herself the young woman in the dream wasn't the same girl she had seen 25 years ago, but the Gypsy in her knew it was. Since her experience with the noose and her second sight renewed, she knew there was no denying she was seeing this girl in her dreams for a reason.

Polly had arrived in Manchester a full hour before she convinced herself to finish making her way to Salford. After walking into the largely Jewish community she went into numerous shops, trying to make it seem as though she weren't looking for anyone or anything in particular. Another three hours passed with no luck of seeing the girl, Polly finally decided to end her searching and get something to eat. She walked into a small bakery that smelled wonderfully of bread and herbs. She scanned the displays of challah, bialy, and matzo before ordering a decent sized helping of babka and sitting at one of the small tables by the window. She took one bite of the babka and fell in love. It melted in her mouth and the rich cinnamon flavor was unlike anything she had ever had. She made a mental note to purchase some more before leaving. As she sat, she watched the people in the community out of the window hoping to get a glimpse of the girl from her dream until it as dark outside. A part of her was glad she hadn't found her.

Lost in thought, Polly jumped when an elderly Jewish woman touched her arm.

"Um, miss?" Said the woman. "We are closing, I'm afraid you'll have to leave now."

"Oh, I'm going to miss my train!" Polly said as she noticed the large crowd in the bakery had vanished and only she and three workers remained in the bakery.

Gathering her things, she stood to walk out when she overheard the second, middle aged woman say "Ruthie, make sure you wipe the tables before you leave."

Instantly she stopped and examined the other women. The elderly woman was short and frail looking with a halo of a gray braid wrapped around the top of her head. The second woman about the same age as Polly, was plump and had long hair she also kept in a braid going down her back. Then she looked at the third woman and wave of dread engulfed her. There she was. The young lady from her dreams. She was petite and wore a simple beige muslin dress that went to her ankles. Her sleeves were rolled, and her dark chestnut hair pulled back into what was probably once a tight bun, but after a long day of working was messy and falling.

The young woman stood behind the checkout counter wiping it down when Polly took a deep breath, held her head high, and walked up to it.

"Ruthie Borofsky?" Polly said in her best I-mean-business tone.

The woman said nothing but looked up making eye contact with Polly and Polly knew it was her. She opened her bag and one at a time took out the bundles of money and put on the counter in front of Ruthie. Ruthie watched her, unspeaking and finally cut her eyes up at Polly, waiting. Polly examined Ruthie's face. There was no expression, nothing in her eyes that Polly could read as any type of emotion. How like her brother she is.

"You don't know me. But this money is yours. If you manage it properly, you should be able to live a very comfortable life from now on."

Ruthie only stared at her, expressionless.

"Alright. Well then." Polly nodded and turned, walking out of the bakery to catch her train.