"I really look different now, Mrs. Bronstein. I have-" She stopped as the teacher asked her to stop."Don't forget, class, you have to tell me who yo... were and how old you are before talking in the class. I'll get to know you all better soon but for now I'll need you all to remind me. You are..." Frank, Mrs. Bronstein, but my Mom says I'm Franny now, like the nanny in that TV show or just plain Fran. And I'm ten years old but the lady who is in my body says I'm twenty three now." All right,. Over the sound of running water I heard him yell out for me to see if he had a clean shirt ironed for work. There were several in the wardrobe but as always not the exact one he wanted to wear. I grabbed my satin wrap from the end of the bed and went in search of the missing shirt.Ten minutes later my half dressed husband came looking for his shirt. I let my wrap fall open to display my lingerie as I handed him the shirt, his only comment was "coffee?" so with a sigh off I went to the kitchen. I told him I was in Manhattan for a solo vacation. He was in the city for work at an international conference.I told him all the Danish words I knew, which were actually all German phrases from old sitcoms. "Guten tag, Fräulein. Fahrvergnügen. Danke."He assured me we could speak in English, “If you can be patient with me, Honning. Honey”"Your English is better than any other language I have ever attempted to speak," I encouraged him.We camped out in the coffee-adjacent nook for hours, talking. “I’ll go see what the captain has on the radar.” She disappears as she heads to the bridge.“No! I cannot! I won’t!” Samantha suddenly screams.“Sam!” Spencer yells, running to her side. She is sleeping out on the bow, having not felt comfortable alone in the cabin below deck. She is now sitting up, her face and hair drenched with sweat. “Sam? Are you alright?” he asks soothingly, sitting at her side, hand running over her hair.“Yes. Yes, I am now,” she says shaking. “Oh Spence, it was horrible.