Two days later, the doctor's had announced that she was ready to go home. Cassandra was dreading being in that house – the one that was both familiar and now unfamiliar again. Cassandra looked up as a soft knock sounded on the door.

"Come In" she said softly.

"Cassie!" Anna had practically squealed her name as she came bouncing into the room, throwing her arms around her friend in a tight, but gentle hug. "I've missed you so much Cassie! There is so much I have to tell you!"

Cassandra sighed. This was another life, she felt strangely out of place here. Almost like she didn't belong.

"Are you ready to go?" Anna asked peering curiously into her friends eyes.

"As ready as ever I suppose" Cassandra said with an indifferent shrug of her shoulders.

Anna said nothing as she helped her friend down to the exit and out into her car. Cassandra was thankful for the silence; she needed time to prepare herself for being in that house again, in that room. Even if it had been all in her head, it had felt so real to her; he had become so completely vital to her. Cassandra slumped against the seat, resting her head against the window.

As they neared the exit towards her house, Cassandra's heart seemed to tighten in her chest. She couldn't do this, not yet. She wasn't ready.

"Anna stop!" she said suddenly, scaring her friend, who yanked the wheel and hit the brakes at the same time.

"What's gotten into you Cassie?" Anna asked finally, looking at her with worried eyes.

"I'm going crazy Anna, literally crazy" Cassandra whispered before telling her friend in hushed tones, "While I was unconscious, I dreamt that I had gone back in time. And in my dreams, I met…." Cassandra blushed horribly, "I met Colonel Tavington. And we fell in love Anna. Despite the odds being against us, we were married. We met in the house, my house, where I was being held hostage by the British. And when we were…. Married, I didn't want to live with him with the other soldiers around, so he had a cottage built for the two of us. Something small until the war was over. Anna, I know how crazy this sounds, but it was all so real to me"

Anna sighed, and reached out, taking Cassandra's hand gently. "Of course it felt real to you honey. But it wasn't, and you need to face that. Of course, after the way I found you, maybe you were …. Losing it….. before your accident"

Cassandra yanked her hand back as though she had been burned. "What do you mean the way you found me?" she asked.

"Well" Anna bit her lip, obviously not wanting to enter into this conversation. "You … were wearing a British re-enactment costume" she said lowering her eyes to stare at her own. "And you were wearing… a ring…" she said reaching over and pulling something out from under the CD player and holding it out to Cassandra. "This ring, the doctor's in the Emergency Room gave it to me; they said you couldn't have it at the time…."

Cassandra stared at the ring in her friend's palm, her thoughts racing. Could that be the same ring? Her wedding ring? Cassandra's thoughts fell back to her last coherent memory of her dream. She had stolen a uniform from one of the wounded soldiers, and had ridden out to try and stop William from making it to the Battle of Cowpens. The battle she knew he had lost his life in. Could it be? Could she really have traveled back in time? But that was impossible! But how else could she explain what Anna had described. Unless she really was going crazy.

"Take me home Anna" she said softly. "I need to go back. I need to see the place you found me for myself"

I need to see if our cottage is still there. I need to see if William is still there.