His steps echoed on the floors of the castle that he had visited so long ago. Then swept clean and glittering in reflection of the ballgowns and jewels, now dirt moved across it with the small gust his entrance had caused. Cobwebs in the corner and mice scuttled away.
The white figure moved through memories' familiar room with barely a glance. Childhood's footsteps haunting him as his boots trod through the past.
A tower he remembered well.
A girl who lived there. Seventy years ago.
How would the years have changed her?
At the threshold of the room, the footsteps stopped.
Unchanged by time, she lay there.