Emma fell alseep as the last sentence she thought echoed in her mind.

We're only getting hurt.

1850.

She was lying on a bed, eyes shut and sweat covering the skin of her whole body. The disease left her sore, but she insisted to keep her beautiful pastel dress. The door opened suddenly, revealing a young man wearing a two-piece suit and a bowler hat. He ran to her side, pushing the servant who was holding her hand. He observed the pale face of the woman who seemed to me sleeping.

'' Sir,'' the servant tried to speak. She had to warn him, to prevent his feelings. They were a beautiful couple, but one day her Mistress fell into the lake down the hill of their property and cought a fever.

'' Not now Asra, did you give her the medication the doctor prescribed us? ''

Asra nodded slowly the moment he laid his eyes on her briefly.

'' Thank you'' He replaced her on the chair beside his beloved wife,'' You may leave us. She's going to make it. '' He was not going to lose her, not now, not when he needed her the most.

'' Sir,'' Asra tried again. He was about to burst into tears. She wish she could hold in him her arms to reassure him, but her olive skin color reminded her she couldn't touch white people.

'' Leave us.'' He cut rudely. He had no time for this, his wife needed him. He wished he stood next to her all day long, but their kids still needed to eat.

Asra silently left the room. She descended the marble stairs to the kitchen and prepared a tea for her Master. He was going to need all the support he could use in the new hours.

The young black woman also prepared a tea for herself. Usually, she didn't drink the same drink as her Master even though they often insist. They had been so good to her, raised her like one of their own. She let out a quiet sob. She was about to lose someone who had been a mother to her.

She tried to catch her breath, two hand settled on the cold counter of the kitchen, as she leaned against it. There was nothing she could possibly do to save her. Fever would take her mistress away. If she could, she would take her place and die.

On his part, the husband was holding the fragile hand of his wife between his. He brought one of her hand to his face. It felt good. Her skin was warm, too warm ...

He was going to lose her, the only woman who ever truly loved him.

The only woman who believed in him and saw the how good he was, at the bottom of his heart.

'' Don't go away from me, please. I need you, I need you so bad,'' he repeated trying to hold back his tears as he grimaced in pain. He could feel his heart racing in his chest. It was beating slower and slower, as it knew it would break in two pieces soon.

How selfish is love, he stated. He didn't want to be left behind, without her. She was his guiding star and the world woulb be left darker than ever without her presence.

'' And the kids need a mom too, what am I going to say to them?'' He questioned looking at the window, his hand still holding his. A tear rolled down his cheeks. '' Oh my beloved darling, don't go.''

She listened to him, wishing she could answer his prayers. The young lady knew there were only minutes left. After all they've been through, that was how she was going to leave this world... The weight of the injustice crushed her. She managed to pull all the strength she had left and whispered to him, '' We will see each other soon. I will never let myself forget,'' She promised '' I love you.''

And then death took her away, in a last sigh.

1917.

Another bomb shaked the earth under their feet. According to the time their was between the other one, this was the last one which would fall that very night.

'' Bring them in here! Come on officers, faster, faster, faster! '' Yelled the Commandant of the operation holding the white curtains leading to the last minute built up infirmary.

Regiment A-246 had been attacked when they least expected it. In theory, no one was supposed to know they were in enemy territory. They were the secret weapon of the Great Britain Government. Meaning someone had given them away.

Nurses of all ages ran to relieve soldiers of the responsability to take care of their injured patriotic brother.

'' CODE 3 IN SECTION 3, CODE RED IN SECTION 3,'' Screamed an old nurse. She had white hair and a prehistoric face, but she was the leader of this group and everybody respected her. Soldier, assistant, Commandant and nurses called her Lady S.

A young woman made her appearance, pushing the white curtain aside. She had blond lock and deep brown eyes. She was known as the personal assistant of Lady S. As soon as Ame recognized the urgency of the code, she ran to the side of the old lady, grabbing a pair of blue surgical gloves.

''External hemorrhage?'' She asked with her soft voice. Lady S. nodded, too focused on the man who was pouring blood. His right side was open, revealing organs. She could see the bones of chest. Her heart reached her mouth as she gasped in disgust. She held her lips together so strongly they were white. She had to be brave now. Lady S. needed her.

'' I need band-aid, a lot of band-aid. Alcohol to drink and to disinfect.''

'' To drink?'' Asked the young assistant raising her eye brow. Ame never dared tasting alcohol. This was not very lady like.

'' We have a long night ahead,'' responded the old nurse.

And she was right. They spent the next 16 hours by the side of this man tapping his skin to be clean, sewing the wound, keeping him alive. Times to times, they took shots of vodka a solider brought them to stay awake without being drunk.

The two women finally fell asleep, sitting on uncomfortable wood chairs, waiting for him to wake up.

The Commandant was making a tour of all his injured soldiers. When he reached Lady S., she whispered in a husky voice, '' 16 dead, 4 survivors. '' Lady S. shook her head in disapprobation. These soldiers were too young to die. They had families and some of them even had wives and kids waiting for them to return back to the land.

They would wait forever, now.

The Commandant pointed the sleeping soldier with his chin.

'' William Hiddles. He was lucky enough he survived. He was so close to the explosion he's probably going to be deaf. It's a miracle, he shouldn't even be alive. '' He spoke with his low voice.

'' Or it was not his time,'' thought Ame to herself.

Lady S. raised a brow at her comment. Apparently Ame spoke out loud.

'' You should got and rest, Lady S.,'' suggested Ame to her superior. '' I shall watch him over. ''

The old woman silently walked away to the place where most of all the nurses were sleeping, the Commandant walking beside her, stepping at the same rhythm.

It took a while before William Hiddles started to slowly move his eyelids open. But when he did, his eyes immediately laid on Ame.

He tried to smiled, but his lips turned into a grimace of pain. Ame ran to him, tapping his face with a wet and cold piece of tissu.

'' Shh,'' she tried to calm him down.'' Don't you worry about anything. You're fine.''

This moment felt familiar. She shrugged the thought away and took care of her patient. She served him a glass of water and change the bandages on his wound.

Weeks later, he finally recovered enough to speak with her. She had other soldiers to take care of, but she always finished her day by Williams' side, often falling alseep on the wooden chair.

Each night when she was asleep, he caressed her hair for hours.

'' My guardian angel.''

Emma woke up, sore from the dreams she had. It didn't feel like a dream.

It felt like a memory.

But they started to escpae her mind. She knew she needed to remember something before she fell alseep again.

She wished she could put a finger on it. But it was like the memory belonged to someone else.

She was from the 21st century, for God's sake!

How could she possibly remembered something she never experienced?

Emma was slowly starting to drift away back to sleep.

It was Tom. Both men in my dreams were Tom, with different names and different bodies.