..Vincent for that's what I called him I didn't like the slang Vinny it wasn't classy enough for my man I called him “Vincent” I liked the regal s...und to it and that night I called out that name many times oh God so many times! He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply his hands entwined in my hair I have long thick blonde hair I get it from my mother she is from Sweden and is totally gorgeous I try to model my look after her from her pictures out of her photo album we could be sisters that. She looked around before focusing on me again. “Who are you?” she asked. She had an English accent.If we were somewhere in the past, then I couldn’t do anything to affect history. “My name isn’t important.”She looked me over. “Whether your name is important or not, you’ll catch your death of cold dressed as such out here.”I had to agree. If I couldn’t quickly find my way back into the vault, then I would need clothes to keep me dry and warm. Then I noticed her attire. We hadn’t simply jumped. Though it had been many years since those quiet words had slipped through his mind in a dusty classroom, something deep and hard stabbed at his consciousness, and echoes of those words beat the air above his head and made him wince. Then just as suddenly, as if a portal between two worlds had opened… the ground around him shook violently… ‘But…What is that?’ he stuttered loudly when the road ahead filled with stars. He had, if only inside that sundered moment, stumbled on cold cobbled streets,. "Lupe is moving in tonight," Elizabeth said. She had wanted to tell Andy the news since this morning but decided to wait until she figured out if he was mad at her first."Good," Andy said. "She told me last night that she enjoyed the day at the admin building. She said she learned more than she would have in class, too." I talked to her last night," Elizabeth said. "Uh, she wanted me to remind you to drop of her application on your way to work." It's already in my car," Andy assured her."Any.