His pale white face, crept through my mind, "I.. saw you in the portraits.." my voice shivered, as I stood, as my consciousness drifted me. "From the portraits in your room, you don't believe it is from 1921, don't you?" Gloria's moking tone caught me. "Its getting late, you should get rest". "You look stunning, but it is different, Lark" Jake whispered. A girl touched me signaling me to go. At that moment I felt like a puppet, they controlled my independence, "She does not...