An old cottage. A cold winter's night.
			And shadows on the wall reflecting
			two bodies in the heat of passion...except that one of them died over a century ago.
			At first, Connie thought the disembodied 
			voice in the room was due to her exhaustion. But when the apparition 
			insisted she was the reincarnation of his lost love, she had no 
			choice but to allow herself to become swept up in the moment, the 
			memories, and the romance.
			Warning! Contains an antique tintype and a moment of eternity
            before a hearth.