"It isn't as though I've seen you before...not really. Just an idea in my head. I have heard the song and seen the picture before. But not with my eyes," Amy replied to Mike's puzzled look.

She slowly walked over to him and put her hand on his chest. He watched her hand as it laid upon him. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan of pain. Mike closed his eyes, too, and laid his head back on the chair.

Amy straightened. "I can feel the ache. It is what I have been feeling for years. The deep unhappiness...the longing. I don't understand."

Mike rose from the chair and walked slowly around her. He studied every curve of her face; breathed in the scent of her. Something stirred in him and he heard Amy gasp. She put a hand on her heart and a pained look came over her. There was a jolt that went through him and it was as if his heart began to beat again for the first time. He did not know why but he wanted to hold her to him.

She opened her eyes and turned to stare into his. What was this? It penetrated layers of walls. It shot so deep. The warmth hurt like a frozen limb feeling heat again...regaining blood circulation. She wanted to run in fright...but there was an invisible cord holding her there. She couldn't move. She could barely breathe.