Before he heads into work, Nick heads to Bianca's hotel, knocks on her door and when she opens it, says,

"I want that ring back you took. The one I gave Adalind when I proposed to her."

"Of course Nicholas. That ring is rightfully yours. I told you I would hold onto it and give back to you when you remembered. I take it that your memories of that event have returned?"

"They have."

She nods and heads to the room safe. Pushing in the code, she then draws out a small ornamental box, and from that produces Nick's ring for Adalind.

"I assure you. I've kept it well protected all these years. I always knew that you and Adalind would find your way back to each other."

Nick takes the ring and clutches his hand over the tiny trinket.

"I've always wondered," Bianca asks him. "How did you propose to my niece the first time?"

"I took her to the restaurant where I first saw her."

"Oh, how adorable. Are you going to do that again?"

"Maybe." Nick answers, a soft smile spreading on his face. He looks at Bianca. "I first saw her walking out of a coffee shop. But, I was thinking, Diana deserves a kind of proposal too. She should know that I'm serious about her being a member of my family."

"I'm sure you will think of something. I have never met anyone as sweet and thoughtful as you. You will give both Adalind and Diana proposals they will never forget."

Later that day, while investigating what looks to be a body dump in the woods, Nick feels a sharp stab of pain in his head. Luckily, it only last a second, so no one sees. Nick walks to a large tree, and leans against it as new memories sweep over him.

"Witch, I have traveled a great distance. I ask for water from your well. And some food if you can spare it."

"Come into my cottage hunter. Warm yourself by the fire. I will give you food and drink so you may refresh yourself."

"You are kind. What may I do to repay such service?"

"Winter fast approaches. The nights will be cold. And these be dark times. A woman living on her own in the forest is not safe. She could be the target of men with evil intent, or those who call themselves pious could accuse her of evil deeds. Stay with me till winter ends. Claim to be my husband. Surely you would love the warmth of a body in a soft bed over a cold and lonely one?"

"It is true that I have no one to keep me company at night. I would have to spend the winter nights in a tavern bed. What you offer is far more appealing. But tell me witch, will we truly share a marital bed, will we embrace as a husband and wife would?"

"Of course hunter. I have just as much of a use for your body as you do mine."

The days grew shorter and the nights longer, the outside world became far too cold to travel. Luckily, the skilled hunter had killed enough for there to be plenty of meat to last a couple months, before settling in with the witch. With no fear of going hungry, the hunter and the witch spent their hours in intimate embrace.

"Why had you no husband? You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Surely, dozens of men would be begging you to be their wife."

"I am a woman with great intelligence who speaks her mind. Very few men would allow me my love of books."

"Well, I love a woman of a sharp mind and wit. When I travel, I promise to bring you back a book."

"And each time you return, I will greet you warmly. There will be times when you will think to leave, if only of enjoying the pleasures of your returns."

He slid his hand up along her side, then trailed his fingertips between her breasts, over her belly, then slipped them between her legs, pressing into her wet warmth.

"The only place I wish to be, is deep inside the comfort of your body."

The image blurs for a moment, then clears to inside a courthouse.

"I saw her." A woman accused. "I saw her in the arms of a man. I saw them embrace with passion and then he went into the forest. I know her to be unwed. So who was that man. I say he must have been the devil."

"What do you have to say for yourself?" The judge asked the accused witch. "Is it true you were embracing a man?"

A smile came over her face as she answered. "Yes, very true."

"Miss, these are highly serious matters you stand accused of. Why are you smiling?"

"Shouldn't a wife be happy to see her husband?"

There were some gasps in the courtroom as all heads turn to see who the accused witch was looking at.

A man steps forward. "Would someone please tell me why it was, when I arrived home from hunting, that I found a parchment nailed to my door saying my wife was taken in for being a harlot and a witch?"

"Sir," The judge spoke to the man. "Do you mean to say that this woman is your wife?"

"That's what I just said." The man responded with heavy sarcasm.

The judge turns to the accusing woman. "Mam, is this the man you saw embracing the woman you call a witch?"

The accusing woman's eyes grow big, and she begins to stammer. "Well, I, that is, I mean."

The judge cuts her off, "What you mean to say is, you wasted the court's time with your unfounded accusations." He addresses the whole courtroom as he shouts. "Did no one think to ask her if she was married to the man she was seen embracing?!"

The judge then turns his attention to the hunter and his wife. "My sincerest apologies to the both of you. It seems certain people are so obsessed with finding witches, that they are willing to destroy what is obviously a happy marriage, just to claim they found a witch."

"May I take my wife home now?" The hunter asked.

"Of course." Said the judge. "And the best of wishes to the both of you."

When the hunter and his wife were safely back in their cottage, they embraced passionately. She held onto him tightly. "I was so afraid that you wouldn't get to the courthouse in time. That I would be burned at the stake before I ever saw you again."

"My instincts told me to return home early. That you needed me. I don't think I have ever been more grateful for them before in my life. The fear that gripped me when I thought you were taken from me, forever. Had they burned you, I would have turned everything they possessed into cinders, as well as them right along with."

Nick hears Hanks voice, "Nick, man, you gotta come back."

The older detective sighs with relief when he see's his partner focus on him.

"You scared me for a moment there. Where did you go?"

"I think I was in the time of the american witch trials." Nick said, confusion clear in his voice.

"Another past life?" Hank asks.

"Another life I shared with Adalind." Nick answers.