Sarah's eyes glazed over at the memory. "Well..I had just found my father on the Ohio River Valley. I experienced the fighting between the soldiers and the Indians..and I couldn't bear the violence anymore. I wanted to go home to England. Well, I was on the ship headed for London, when the boat got caught in a storm and capsized. I was rescued by a captain, John Paul Jones."

"THE John Paul Jones?! The famous pirate?!" Jackie said, sittin on her bed and leaning forward.

"Well, he's not exactly a pirate, he was posing as a pirate. It was a front to distract the British so they would not attack America."

"I understand," Matt nodded.

"Anyway, I managed to have some talks with him, and there were so many things he informed me about the war, and about freedom..so many things I had turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to all these years. I was so determined to remain loyal to England..until I finally saw how they were treating the Colonies..and I realised I MUST stand for freedom."

"Wow," Jackie said. "I bet James was glad toi hear you say that."

"Well, not at first," Sarah said. "At first James was still pretty angry that I left for England.."

"I bet it was because he loved you and didn't want to be separated from you."

"He told me that several years later."

:"But I bet when it finally sank in with him that you were on his side, I bet all was forgiven."

"Yes, it was," Her eyes got a bit teary again at the memories that flooded into her mind.

"Oh, Sarah, I'm so sorry," Jackie said, standing up quickly.

"Yeah, we didn't mean to bring back those memories," Matt said. "Here we are making you relive those meories and remember those people you've been missing.."

"That's quite all right," Sarah assured them quietly. "I don;t mind reliving those memories, really I don't. I do enjoy having someone to talk to after hundreds of years."

"We don't have to talk about any more memories if you don't want too.."

"But I would be delighted to. It would be a pleasure to tell you anything you would like to know. I enjoy these talks we are having."

"I bet it was hard all those years..to see your friends get old and die."

"It was..I shall never forget when James died."

"I bet it was so hard to see the person you love pass away."

"Actually, it was quite memorable..because that..for a split second..we could see each other again." Her eyes became all glassy again at the memory. "I knew he was pretty old..and he was dieing..He himself had never gotten married, and the only ones there with him were Henri and his apprentices- your grandfather was already dead. I remember, he knew death was inside of him..and he gave his newspaper..the thing he had worked to hard to own..to his head apprentice. He was telling all of his appreantices how hard they had worked. He gave them all an equal amount of money and thanked them with his dieing breath. I approached his bedside, for no one was able to see me. I bent low to just stroke his face one last time.I do not know why, I knew I couldn't feel it. I just wanted to lay my hand upon his cheek a final time before they buried him. My heart was breaking all over again. I was losing my James twice..and God knows when I would see him again. I saw the priest standing over him, giving him last rites, which I had never recieved, so I knew he was on his way to Heaven..and I saw his head turn towards where I was..and then..Oh Lord, I couldn't believe what was happening. Before my eyes, he seemed to grow younger and younger..until he was seventeen again! He was the same age and looked exactly the way he did when I had to leave him. His eyes..oh those beautiful eyes..they looked at me and whispered my name. I didn't know if he could really see me, so I reached out my hand..and...he reached out and grasped it! Neither one of us could believe what we were seeing. WE could see each other..we could touch each other. I moved closer to him and our lips met. We kissed tenderly, so tenderly. For that half a minute. I could actually touch him..I could feel him..feel his arms around me." She looked up. "I still can, after so long. We separated as his eyes closed..and he whispered to me..'I love you, Sarah." I whispered. 'I love you, too, James. Forever.' I heard him gasp 'Forever'..that was the last word he ever uttered. I loved him so much..and I kept my promise to him. From that day to this I continue to love him. When I was in Philadelphia sometimes during the day I would float through the walls and visit James's grave. I would stand in front of the grave..just remembering., remembering all we've been through together, and remembering the very lat words we ever said to each other. The last time we declared our love to one another before we were separated forever.." she stopped as the tears poured down her face and soaking her ghost skirt. Jackie quickly moved over to her and gentily hugged her, being careful not to pass her hands through Sarah. Matt came over and hugged them both, after being instructed by Jackie in just how to do it.

"I'm sorry, Sarah, "Jackie said, wiping away tears herself. "I'm really sorry."

"Me too, Sarah," Matt said, quietly wiping away his own tears.

"It's all right," Sarah said, loking up. "Being able to talk with you about this is really helping a lot. Thank you both."

"You're welcome, Sarah, "Jackie said.

Sarah smiled again. "I can still feel James's arms around me stil..almost as if they had never left."



As the day turned into night and Jackie was saying her prayers, she remembered the twenty Hail Marys and added quickly, "And Lord, please watch over Sarah, and let her kiss James again..and never ever stop."