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Anna's POV:

I was slowly waking up as I turned in my bed into the direction of the merciless and screeching sound of my alarm.

I groaned and tried to hit the merciless thing that was producing the most horrible sound in the world, guaranteeing to wake you even from the deepest slumber.

After I finally shut the thing up I sat up in my bed and sighed. I was still tried and I rested my head against the cool fabrics of my pillow.

While laying there I thought about the dream that I had. It was unusual for sure but I was curious to find out more about my dream world.

I was lying in bed for quite a while thinking things through and didn't notice the time flying by when I suddenly heard my mom say.

"Anna, you will be late for school. Why are still in bed?"

Straddled by her sudden presence I jumped a little in bed and looked at my clock, only to see that I had five teen minutes left to get ready and catch my bus.

"Sorry mom. I totally forgot the time." I said as I jumped out of my bed and sprinted to the bathroom.

All thoughts about the dream forgotten by my haste to get ready.

Never before had I gotten ready this fast as today, with drive I fled out of the house to make it to the bus stop in time.

I made it on the last second to catch the bus, breathless I sat down in an empty seat and I was quickly looking though my backpack to see if I had forgotten something.

Luckily I didn't forget anything. I could be such a scatterbrain sometimes.

In my math class we had a surprise test. Yes, a surprise but one that every student all around the world can live without. Being a good student I, of cause had no problems with the tasks.

After school I went into town to buy some make-up article. My mom has recently discovered her liking for my make-up and I now needed to buy now ones. After buying the make-up and doing some window shopping I went home.

Having no chores that needed to be done today I only prepared dinner, I ate my share first leaving the rest in the fridge for my family.

I went into my room and did my homework. I was interrupted as my mom and dad arrived home, after doing some small talk with them I went back into my room finishing my homework.

When I was finished and about to switch my laptop off I hesitated wondering all of the sudden if I should look the park up, I was dreaming about. I felt somewhat ridiculous for even considering it but I knew if I didn't do it I wouldn't get any sleep.

I would be lying in bed wondering what the search would show. Feeling like a complete fool I tipped in the name of the park my dream took place.

As the google searching machine was doing it's job I was expecting not to have any hits. It was just a dream after all. But to my immense surprise that park really did exist in Chicago and it was created 1913 by the Old Portage Park District. It was beyond strange a really strange coincidence.

Since I was already on it I also googled the Spanish influenza. The pandemic lasted from March 1918 to June 1920spreading even to the Artic and remote Pacific islands.

That meant it would hit Chicago in about eight months from where my dream had happened, was the first thought I had.

It was just a dream. With that thought I switched the laptop off and got ready for bed. I slipped between my covers and exhausted I hit my pillow. It wasn't long before I had fallen into a deep slumber.

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The familiar feeling of just having fallen asleep set in and I opened my eyes immediately. I was sitting on the grassland near the sea again, were I first woke up.

I was back in that park, the Portage Park in Chicago, in the year 1917. It made me wonder just how often I would be having this dream.

And the other question was would my guide also be here again?

I was cautious about the whole dream thing but being here made me excited to find out what would happen today or tonight.

I couldn't help it I was curious person. I started to walk to the centre of the park.

The sun was shining again making it a wonderful summer day. From where I stood I could already see the big clock in the park and it was tow minutes before four in the afternoon.

I walked to the bench and remembered that Edward and I had appointed to meet here at four o'clock.

Curious if he really would show up I sat down on the bench and waited. While waiting I watched the happening in the park. I saw families taking a walk together, the couples taking a stroll, children playing and having fun with their parents as I heard a familiar voice.

"Good afternoon Anna. I'm sorry for being late. Did I make you wait long?" Edward asked apologetically as he approached me.

"Good afternoon to you too, Edward and no you didn't make me wait at all I just came here." I answered in a polite manner. It felt strange to be so over politely especially with someone who wasn't an adult but more my age but well I had myself better adjusted for now.

If I wanted information I better not scare my guide off with bad manners.

"Any suggestions what we should do together?" I asked him, wanting to know what would happen next.

"Actually, yes. I would like to get to know you better the only things I know about you are your name, the fact that you just moved here and that you stay with your uncle." He told me wearing a serious expression.

I nodded and made my thinking face before saying.

"Questing day. Hmm…..but then you have to tell me about you too."

"I would love to." He said without hesitation his eyes blazing at me in curiosity as he began his questioning.

"Would you like to walk or sit here." He asked before we began.

"A walk please." I answered. He stood up first and held his hand out to me again to help me up. As we started walking he began with his questions.

"Where do you live?"

The first question and already a though one, the truth is out of the question of cause.

"I live abroad and my parents send me here to life with my uncle. My parents think it is educational to spend some time in other cultures, to learn new things. So now I'm living with my uncle." My mom mentioned something like this once so why not use it.

"Do you know how long you will stay?"

"It hasn't been decided yet." I answered him honestly. I didn't know how long I would continue to have this dream.

"To which school are you going?"

"I have a private teacher." Yes, I was really good at this.

"Do you like your life here in Chicago?" This was a tricky one. Did I like to have this dream? I thought about it for a minute. I found it exciting, strange and confusing because I didn't understand how it all could feel so real but did I like it.

Something unusual was happening to me. It was strange and beyond confusing but it also made me curious and wanting for more.

Did I already tell that I'm a really curious person and that the stranger the thing the more I like it?

"Yes, Chicago is definitely winning on me." I told him honestly. His respond to my answer was that a big grin that spread across his face. He coughed to compose himself. I used the chance to ask questions myself.

"What about you? You live here since your birth? What about your parents?"

"Yes, I live in Chicago since I was born and my parents also have been born here. My father is a lawyer. Edward Masen I was named after him, obviously, and my mother is Elizabeth Masen. I have no siblings. Do you have siblings?" He asked right back.

"Yes, a little brother but we don't get along well. He is with my parents." Oh, my little bother was a pain in the a…

"You don't get along with him why." He asked concerned and confused.

"I don't know. We just don't, not everyone gets along, family or not. That's how it is." I shrugged not wanting to talk about the little pest. He caught the hint and changed the topic.

"What's your favourite colour?"

"It changes from day to day and is depending on my mood. But usually it's blue and white."

"And what is your favourite colour today?"

"Let me think about it. Hmm…I guess violet. And don't ask me why it just is and if you ask me tomorrow it will be another colour." I answered.

"But blue and white are constant." He asked.

"Yes, and what is your favourite colour?" I asked him knowing it was blue.

"It's blue especially royal blue."

"To which school are you going Edward?"

"I'm visiting the St. Patrick's school. It's a catholic school but one with a good education program." He answered uninterested in the topic, who could blame him.

We continued the questioning as we walked trough the park. Every now and then we would stop and watch the fountains or the artist entertaining the people in the park.

I was waiting all the time that something more, how should I put it, dream like would happen, like we suddenly got switched on to another place from one second to the other.

Or the world in front of us would turn tunnel like or the colours would change or drain completely but nothing of that sort happened.

While walking around and watching everything around me with great interest I also tried to pay attention to Edward's questions.

That boy certainly had a lot to ask what made me wonder when he had come up with all of this.

I had a few questions on my own I wanted to get to know the person before me better he was after all kind of my personal guide through this whatever it was, dream or not.

I have to admit that I was surprised that he was so much like the Edward in the book in the basic aspects of his personality, minus the self-loathing part and him thinking he was a monster.

He was more open and cheerful, well the whole I-took-human-lives-thing didn't stay in the way so that was understandable.

"What kinds of flowers do you prefer?" He asked me as we sat down on a bench near the excite of the park.

"I like roses. Not really original but I used to spend every summer at my grandparents house and my grandpa he raised roses in the front yard. He would always bring me roses to my room red, yellow, white and pink ones that's why I like them so much they remind me of the wonderful time I had with my grandparents." I answered him before asking my question. "And what about your grandparents?"

"The parents of my mother are dead but my fathers do live. They life here in Chicago as well. My grandfather Anthony he is a lawyer as well, he and my father are having a law firm, family business that's what they like to call it and my grandmother Lily she is the best grandmother a grandson could ask for. She is what my grandfather and father like to call a free spirit. You have to meet her to understand." He smiled as he told me about his grandparents, lost in his thoughts.

"And you want to continue the family tradition and become a lawyer as well?" I asked him.

"I haven't decided yet. The only thing I know is that I want to become a soldier and go to war." He said proudly making me realize that he was delusional about what it meant to go to war. I was about to say something when the sound of the big clock in the park told us it was time to part.

We said our goodbyes and Edward let me know that he would be in the park tomorrow as well.

I walked to my usual spot and waited for the blackness to come and get me.

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