Once the last chord from Mike's guitar floated off, Amy felt able to move again. She rose from her seat and moved slowly toward the room behind the stage.

The walls of this room were covered with prose and poems that others had posted, interspersed with watercolors and pastel drawings. There was one pastel that caught Amy's attention. She had see it before in her mind. Below it was the words to the song that Mike had just sang.

She turned abruptly to see Mike standing in the doorway staring at her with a puzzled look on his face. Amy felt something similar to a jolt of static electricity move throughout her body.

"I have seen you before, but..." Mike hesitated, searching for words that would make sense. "I saw you at the same table, wearing that same sundress, wiping a tear from your face as I finished singing that song I sang tonight. But this is the first time I sang here and the first time I sang that song." He looked so confused and embarrassed.

Amy watched as Mike slowly moved sideways into the room and slumped into an over stuffed chair in the corner. His eyes never left her. His face had gone white as if he was seeing a ghost.