"Hello?" I called out as I slowly opened the front door of Nick's house. I had just gotten off work and had taken the bus to Nick's house, where I assumed he was because he had the day off today. I walked inside and perked up my ears to try and hear a response.

"In here!" I heard him call out, as if I knew where he was.

I took off my coat and purse and put it on the coat stand by the door. I walked down the hallway of his home and looked inside the computer room to see him, seated at a desk and on his laptop.

He turned his head when he noticed I had just entered. "Hey," he said.

I walked over to his side and sat down on his lap as he turned his attention quickly back to his laptop to finish something up. He put his arm around my waist and was silent for a couple of minutes as I just rested my head in the crook of his neck and waited for him to be done.

When I heard the snap of the laptop being shut, I opened my eyes and lifted my head.

Nick shifted towards me. "Sorry," he said. "Bills." He placed his hand on my elbow and kissed my lips tenderly.

"How was your day off?" I asked, in between the kisses I placed on his cheeks then towards his lips.

I felt the smile on his face form as he said, "Better now that you're here."

When I pulled away, he brushed the hair that had fallen from behind ear with his fingers. "C'mon," he said and he motioned his chin towards the door. "Let me take you out to dinner."

"Ohh!" I said excitedly. "I like the way you think."

I got off his lap and we made our way to his front door. I threw my coat back on and grabbed my purse, just as he decided to open the front door. But the smell of a heavy down pour of rain and the shuddering sound of lightening told me that somehow we wouldn't not be able to make it to dinner, or quite possibly, out of the house.

"Hm," Nick said, as he surveyed the scene outside, one that had been just slightly cloudy before I had entered his house. With another crash of thunder, one so huge that I even felt the floor vibrate and allowed the nearby streetlights to flicker uncontrollably, he added, "I think we should stay in tonight."

By the time he looked over at me to see my response, I had already taken my coat back off and was putting my bag on the stand by the door. Considering my luck with storms already, I wasn't planning on going out there in the first place, even if Nick had dragged me outside. I embrace the inside where it was dry and there wasn't a possibility of me having a face plant into the cement, thank you very much.

"Yeah, I'm not really liking the rain so far," I told him and he chuckled upon the memory.

Nick made his way to sit on the couch and I joined him, resting on the side of his shoulder, so he could wrap his arm around me. He sighed and leaned his head back as we both thought of ideas of what to do. After a minute of wondering and silence, he turned on the TV to fill in with at least some sound and with the hope of spewing out a couple of ideas in the process.

"How about delivery?" he asked.

"And make some poor teenage kid drive around in this weather to deliver us food?" I questioned. "Do you want to work tonight?"

"Good point."

"I can make dinner," I said and turned my head to look at him. "I'm Italian which pretty much means I'm destined to be a good cook."

He smiled and kissed my temple. "Well, if you insist I can by no means stop you."

I flung my leg over and pushed myself off the couch, starting my way to the kitchen to rummage through Nick's cabinets to find something edible. But at that exact moment, as I wondered and thought of possibilities for dinner, a deafening and powerful bolt of lightening shuddered the ground. The lights immediately turned off and I fell, partly due to the surprise of sound and the shock of the ground.

I felt the rug burn on my knees more than anything. At least I fell on carpet instead of tile. And thank God he didn't see me fall considering it was pitch black inside his house.

"Mae?" he called out.

"On...the floor," I grumbled, my face mushed against the carpet. I heaved myself up on my knees and tried to focus my vision in the dark to at least make out some objects. But alas, it was useless.

I felt a cold hand touch my ankle and I screamed in terror. "Mae," came Nick's voice. "It's me."

"Oh.." I said and nervously laughed. I reached out in the dark, hoping to find him, and my hand somehow landed on his bicep. Which was very nice I might add.

"Why are you on the floor?" he asked.

"...I don't want to talk about it. Help me up?"

I heard him lift himself up and soon felt his hands on my wrists. He pulled me up in one quick motion and I was soon on my feet. But another crash of chaotic lightening barreled me to his chest in fear and anxiety. It wasn't that I didn't like thunder storms all that much, it was just the fact that I couldn't see anything and I was slightly freaked out. I couldn't handle pressure all that well.

"Here," he said comfortingly. He moved over slowly to his couch. "Stay here while I look for some flashlights." I sat down and heard the sounds of his feet rubbing against the carpet slowly diminish.

I decided to look out the window to have something to look at instead of total darkness. The trees were in a frenzy state, swaying dramatically and uncontrollably, leaves flying in a cyclone and the rain pounding the cement with force. Las Vegas weather was so bipolar sometimes; I hadn't even seen this storm coming.

My eyes slowly made their way to look down the rest of the street, wanting to see if there had been any damage or destruction created. And thats when I saw it.

An old black Volvo. Same tinted windows. Same crooked antennae. It was like an exact replica of that night twenty years ago. Same weather, same car parked on the side of the street. Except I was in a different country and that...that was the same car. You can't forget things that are burned into your memory.

I felt the blood from my face drain away and I began to feel nothing but numbness overtake my body. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it, no matter how much I wanted to.

It was his car.

My body felt as if it was being possessed as I automatically shot up from the coach and stumbled my way to Nick's front door. I hit his coffee table, bookshelf, and a chair on the way but the pain wasn't there because my mind was so preoccupied with something else. I pushed things out of my way frantically and when my hand got to the cold knob, I flung the door open, letting in the arctic wind and inane rain.

And it was gone.

It wasn't there anymore. It was like I was seeing things because the same spot where the car had been parked was vacant. My lips trembled and my knees buckled. I had only been gone for no less than five seconds and yet it had managed to disappear. Was I seeing things? It had definitely been there, it had to have been...