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Dear Becca,

I am sure that you are surprised by this letter, but after your parting words I had to say something in response.

You said that you love me, but I wonder if you even know what love really means. You seen to be so reserved and innocent about life in this time period that it makes it hard to imagine that you could understand the concept of being in love.

I do not doubt that you harbor strong feelings of affection towards me, as I do towards you. We have been constant companions in the few months you were here and you are now staying in my home. It is not surprising that after that time I would come to care for you as I do my sister, Honoria.

You are too innocent to understand the meaning of the word love and the strong implications that word holds in this time. Perhaps in your time it means something different, but in this time it is a word that is impossible to describe.

I hope that you understand that I am not rejecting your feelings, I accept that you feel something for me, but it isn't love. It can't be love.

For now, concentrate on returning home to 2152. That is the time in which you belong and will hopefully find a way back to it.

I will do the same, concentrate on returning home. Please feel free to write me as much as you like. I would appreciate letters from home from someone outside of my family. Give me the refreshing take on Boston now that you have seen it with your own eyes.

On a separate note, Hunnicutt and Pierce...

Becca set the letter down. Charles had written more about what was going on and the daily life there, but Becca's heart wasn't in it at the moment to read the rest.

He had rejected her. It wasn't a surprise, she had expected it since she first realized what these feelings were. However, seeing it on paper, in Charles' own handwriting, hurt her deeper than she expected.

She looked up and found that room was now suffocating her, but she couldn't move.

She would have to try harder to rid herself of these feelings. She had to let go of Charles.

She stood on shaky legs, her heart breaking at each motion that would start the process of removing her from Charles' life. Freddy had already confirmed that there was no way back to 2152 and the only man Becca wanted had rejected her twice now. She was on her own.

She walked out of the room, leaving the letter lying on the floor, and back down the stairs.

Freddy and Honoria were alone in the sitting room, Charles' voice no longer echoing out into the hallway. The two were sitting and chatting and Becca couldn't help the smile at seeing them together. The smile faded as she realized that if Freddy were to fall for Honoria, he would suffer the same fact as she was.

She waked into the room, her head held high. Both of the occupants turned to her with wide eyes.

"I think I should find a job and move out of this house."

Charles was depressed as he worked on patient after patient. The months had passed and not a word from Becca. She never responded to his letter and that hurt him more than he had thought.

It was the right choice, a choice that he had gone back and forth on. The didn't have a future together and no amount of hope was going to change that. His family would never accept her and she would someday have to return to her own time. Perhaps that is why he hadn't heard from her, maybe she had already returned home. He wanted this to be the reason and not something worse.

The end of the war was in sight and everyone was talking about going home.

The announcement came over the speaker in the OR, the war was over. Peace had arrived.

Charles would finally be going home.