The cold night air struck Scipio's face like a sharp knife. Only the early morning hours of Venice could inhabit such chilling winds. Scipio ignored this and continued on his way to Signora Ida Spavento's house, where he had last docked his Father's boat. No one was usually out around this time of night, and if anyone were, then they would be deemed insane, especially during the winter months.
But tonight, Scipio would soon find out that he was not the only one who was insane.
After he had been walking for maybe five minutes, Scipio had the feeling that someone was following him. He looked around, and noticed a young lady who appeared to be crying. Alarmed by this, Scipio went to see if she was all right.
"Scusi Signora."
"Y-y-yes?" Stuttered the girl.
"Are you all right?" Asked Scipio, in a worried tone.
"Well, now I am." The girl said back, with a weak smile on her face.
Scipio gazed at her with a puzzled look. "What exactly do you mean by that, Signora?"
"Please call me Marina. And I just meant that, well, just by looking at you I felt much better. I can't really explain it. What is your name?"
Scipio took a second to answer, mainly because he was reflecting on how thankful he was that someone finally hadn't called him, "Dottor Massimo."
"Oh, um... my name is Scipio."
"I've never heard of that name." Said the girl in a pleasant demeanor.
"Well, I've never heard of the name, "Marina," but that doesn't make it any less as interesting." "Or any less beautiful." Scipio thought to himself, as he said the name to himself in his head. Suddenly, he realized that he had indeed heard the name before.
"Do I know you?" Scipio asked Marina.
"Well, I don't believe so, but, it seems as if I have meant you before. But, you can't be who I think you are."
