Amelia had never liked winter. The falling snow reminded her that she needed to start over again. She left her home in the middle of January, the snow falling heavily as she boarded a train towards her future. As the scenery flew by, she kept reminding herself, "I need to do this. It's the only way..."
Her life was falling apart before her very eyes, and the only way to fix things was to get away and be born again. She made the arrangements months in advance and on her last night at home, she faked her death in front of her friends and family. Her most faithful companion carried her limp body to a secluded room where her luggage and tickets waited for her. She picked up a picture of her one and only true love and kissed it softly. Whispering, "I love you," she thanked her friend and exited out of the nearby door.
She spent the night in the train station, dreaming of a comfortable bed and a better life waiting for her. The train ride took her to Calais, France. During the entire trip, she remained in her room, afraid that she would be discovered. On the coast, she caught a boat that landed in New York, America several days later. Stepping off of the boat, she drank in the sights and sounds of her new home.
A voice behind her caught her by surprise, "Darling, you finally made it. Is everything taken care of back at home?"
Spinning around, she caught sight of Mr. Simon Grant, the famous Vaudeville talent scout. Her eyes softened at the sight of the friendly face as he led her to her hotel.
After that, her life was filled with the thrills of Vaudeville. She was known as "Beauty Baker" and was a sensation. She traveled all over America and soon became one of the most sought-after actresses. It was at the height of her popularity that she decided to go back home.
"But Baby, your fans are here. What could possibly be waiting for you over there?" Simon argued.
Amelia held up a letter and waved it in Simon's face.
"I can't explain it, but I need to go back. Someone needs me." Amelia retorted.
"But I need you!" Simon whined as Amelia walked out the door.
Now she was on her way back to Europe. Her first stop, though, was in London. There was someone there who she needed to tell the truth to.