Present day. 21st century. Through the crowded hall, students are playing around, gossiping, bullying, slutty and kissing.

Well, enough for them. Let's go through the locker room now. We can see dark waving long hair, flawless skin, beauty and a perfect girl standing, writing something on her schedule.

She is India Natalie Greene. A twenty years old medical student. Gather her things, then slam the door and lock it.

Before class starts, she walks out of the building and sits under the tree. She likes music. Putting the earphones on, clicking the play button, the song came out from the playlist.

She closed her eyes.

"Hi, Olive". she said, eyes open a bit. "Trying to sleep in here, feel so comfortable under this tree". she patted the ground beside her. "Care to join?"

Olive takes a seat beside her. "What's up?"

"You will not gonna believe this. That bitch last night had been pulled over by the cop, driving while she was drunk. She almost killed the family who crossed the road at the same time her car approached".

India eyes wider, their eyes met. "Even the cop hated her! so her party it's over".

"Just like that? over?"

"She even invited Zac Efron to host her party. Who the hell is she? Guess the Backstreetboy is busy". snort. "Her dad spent everything for his little Bitch, there's a lot of money, you know that, and ended up canceling".

India shrugged, said. "I don't think it's canceled. Her family are wealthy of course they will bribe the cops so then the party is still on".

"You think they will do that?"

"Like you say her parents will do anything for that bitch and she didn't invite us that important".

Olive sighs out loud, she laid on the grass. "Oh I wish there was no class today. Last night I was about to kill someone, that bitch". She looked over at her. "I don't get why you're drawing that woman on the piece of paper".

"I don't know. She keeps coming into my dream. Trying to reach me. I don't know who she is and what can I say about her that she looks just like me".

Olive frowned, reaching for the paper from India's hand. Scanning it.

"Totally. Maybe she is your oldest self from the future so let's say this is you fifty years later".

The drawing looks alive, India smiles. "Maybe. Still beautiful am I right but.. if she is my oldest self why does she look so young".

"You draw a ghost of you of course, stop thinking that. Doesn't mean you died young". India and Olive eyes wide open, she about to scream. "What kind of death did you serve?"

Shrugged. "How should I know it was you saying". Both India and Olive get up, walking back inside the building. "I don't know what she would want if I could help".

"Urgh! India?" Olive leaned on the side of the door. "There's nothing wrong with dreaming about that woman, you are not going to die young, not even you could help her out. She's dead! so.. are you ready for your speech?"

Moments later. Students are out from the class that include India and Olive, dragging their bag on shoulder. Olive stops her track.

"That speech was amazing. We should ask Professor Leann to bring us the dead body next time".

"What are you gonna do about that?"

"Stealing the dead organs then I send a gift box to that bitch right front her doorstep". smirking. "Anyway, we should celebrate that victory".

Later in the evening. Suburban house. A woman gardening in the front lawn named Kimberly Destler for short Kim.

Blonde, long hair, familiar face and she is India's mother. India was eight years old when the divorce happened. India never saw her dad again.

The rumor said her dad was married to his young wife and moving to Italy. Together they were blessed with three children.

Kim never was married.

Suburban street. The two girls giggling about something that of course is about Hanna Miller the bitch they've been talking about since the beginning of the story.

Waving at the neighborhood as they walk past their house.

"I wish that Zac Efron is coming to host her party".

"Why are we still talking about her, Olive? Who cares about the party anyway, she didn't invite us. Unless she did - let face it".

From far ahead India saw her mom carrying the tools gardening and began digging the dirt then moving the dirt into the pot.

The girl approach. "Hey Ms. Kim. What lovely roses". said Olive. "You know my mom say there a new nursery in town, she like to drive you there".

"Thank you, Olive. Of course I will call your mom when". Kim eyes her daughter. "How's your day honey?"

"Amazing". Then she walked to the door, "I smell something inside the kitchen!" she shouted at her mom. "Smells good".

India disappeared. Olive follows her inside. Kim resumed her chores. "She's weird".

"She is your mom, India. What else can you do without her? She pays for your school, college, gives you a nice home, food.. like he doesn't".

"I haven't seen him since I was eight. I don't care. Consider he's dead long time ago".

Through the window, India sees a young man approaching her mother.

From her eyes, he is portrayed externally as an incredibly masculine, rough, blue-collared kind of man whilst possessing a warm, charismatic persona internally.

What is it he wants from her mom?

"Excuse me?" Kim looks up, the same man India sees from the inside of the house. "Can I help you with that?"

With his charming demeanor and reputation as a handyman, he quickly becomes the object of interest for many, having the ability to attract almost anyone around the neighborhood.

Question is.. who is he? Where did he come from? She never knew there was a new neighbor coming to this suburban place.

India studied him from head to toe. something is wrong with him. Maybe.

"Thank you I'm almost done anyway". she smiled, dusting her pants which were covered with dirt. "I didn't see you around here, are you new?"

The man nodded his head. "Alexander Grayson". both shake their hand. "I'd just moved in here like a week ago, still not familiar around here. This neighborhood is a kindly beautiful place I move in".

"Well. Welcome Mr. Grayson. You're lucky. Of course this place is so memorable to us".

He smiled. "I lived beside your house". She looked at where his finger pointed. "Guess we are neighbors now".

"That's wonderful Mr. Grayson. I'm sorry I didn't notice when it happened, especially when you move beside our house". chuckle. "I am Kim". he nods. "Are you married?"

Chuckle. "Not at all. Guess you are".

"Divorce. I am with my daughter India. She is inside the house with her friend, Olive. They're in college".

Grayson smiles. Kim then shouted at the house. "INDIA! Come out and meet our new neighbor".

"What is it?" Olive stands at the window, then she smirks as she stares at Grayson. "Looks like you will have a new Daddy in town". India rolled up her eyes. "He's so handsome".

"Shut up, Olive. She won't date him. Come on".

Both girls, when outside, walk toward Kim and Grayson. Olive at front while India at the back. At first, Grayson didn't see the girl at the back of Olive. Until she moves aside and reveals the girl behind.

.. Josette...

Grayson's eyes stunned, his mouth gaped open as soon he saw India. Josette. His wife name is Josette.

I have crossed the ocean to find you my love. My Josette.

His eyes studied her, his lips stuttering.

"This is Olive and this is my daughter, India".

India looked at his face then shocked. A familiar face she recognised somewhere, but where?

Why inside the house she didn't notice.

"Josette". he said.

"What?"

Extend his hand to her. "Pleasure to meet you, India. I am Alexander Grayson". slowly she reached his hand, then shook it.

He feels her touch as he closes his eyes. The same touch Josette had was inside this young girl's body. He will never forget that.

"He's come and handy". Kim said. "He's about to help but I am done here".

"No kidding". Olive studied him. "Do you like gardening Mr. Grayson?"

"Not much. Just trying to help since she needs it". smile, his eyes never stopped glancing at India. "So you two are in college?"

Olive and India nod their heads. "What kind?"

"Medical". Olive answer. "Well it's nice to meet you Mr. Grayson it's getting late my mom will kill me if I come home late". He does not understand as she walks past him. "Tomorrow, India".

Kim turned to her. "What tomorrow?"

"Nothing". She turns to Grayson. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Grayson". then walk without he could answer her.

He turned to Kim. "I should get going if you need anything just knock on the door I'll be there".

"Thank you, Mr. Grayson". She smiled watching him walking back to his house. "That was shocking". Kim entered the house. "How come we didn't know about him moving beside us". India shrugged, and she walked to the kitchen.

Grayson house. Night. He sat on his arm chair in front of the fireplace, his mind thinking about India. She is reincarnation of his beloved wife who died in centuries ago by killing it herself while he trying to get a victory for his kingdom.

A victory to win his wife's heart back.

He suddenly smiled. They are neighbors now, he will see India everyday whenever he likes. He wants to touch her, feel her. But will she remember him?

"Sir?"

R.M. Renfield is Grayson's loyal confidante. He was the keeper of Grayson secrets and the stabilizing force that allowed the latter's two personas to co-exist. He watched his master from the back of the arm chair then stood beside him.

"Sir".

He's humming without looking up at Renfield. "How long have you been working with me, Renfield?" he asked.

"All I can say is as far as I can remember". Renfield cleared his throat, hand behind his back. "What was it about, sir?"

Grayson finger tapping on. "I just found what I was looking for". he looked up at Renfield. "I found her, Renfield. I finally found her".

"Correct me if I was wrong, sir. Your wife?" Grayson nods his head in a smile. "Centuries ago we never found her, why now".

"She is like my wife, Renfield. When we shook hands, as long as I can remember she was definitely my wife. Her touch is so.." Grayson closed his eyes. "I can even smell her".

Renfield nods understanding. "Where she lived, sir?"

"We are her neighbor, Renfield". his finger pointed out the window where the house stood. "She can never be apart from me. She is home".

"What can I do to serve you, sir? ''

Smirking. Grayson spoke. "I want to know everything about her and who she's with".

"Of course, Sir."

Renfield turned his feet but then he stopped his track. Turning back to Grayson who was still sitting on his arm chair.

"Before I forget. Tomorrow is your day, sir. I wish you good luck".

Grayson looked behind where Renfield stood, nodding his head with thank you. Rendfield resumed his walk then disappeared around the corner.