Both men made a slight bow in acknowledgment.
I gazed at the quaint many-pained windows brightly lit from inside. Gas sconces hanging in doorways or at the street corners illuminated the wet brickwork. I stared at an interesting pointed arched doorway with stone steps leading up to it. Something about it made me remember something. Images from a past vision, perhaps. It felt familiar. It now returned, briefly like the yellow blips of lightning bugs in the night.
Stone steps descending into the gloom to somewhere… catacombs of a castle arched over my head… people kept in jail cells… the face of a man I didn't know loomed out at me… and one very familiar face—he was supposed to be dead! Yet, here he was in the flesh!
I may have stumbled, under the weight of my brief vision.
“Sabrina, are
