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From: Sir Vasilli Gorovich
Vasilli walks quietly through the streets of Constantinople his eyes scanning every face looking for Natalia. He passes an alley when he hears her light laughter. He spins looking down the alley, a shadow moves off down another side alley. He shoves aside people as he rushes down the ally after the fleeing natalia “Natalia… Natalia… don’t run ‘tis I Vazi” he shouts using her name for him. He turns the down the side alley his 6” platform boots echoing hollowly down the alley. A clear etherial voice says, from above, “Vazi I am coming…” Whipping his head up and around he scans the tops of the buildings. He cry’s out “Natalia were?” as he runs up and down the alley, blood pouring down his face from tears of joy.
“Vazi. Stop. Turn east.”
Vasilli slowly turns east as the sun rises over the building a small shadow stands on the building.
He sits up in bed blood streaming down his face. He sighs gustily. ‘Twas just a dream. He stands and goes in to the small bathroom turning on the electric light. He runs some warm water in the sink. Splashing water on his blood smeared face he winches as his fingers run over a tender spot. Perplexed he looks in the mirror. A small burn on his left cheek stands out garishly.