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Stacey had left the hospital in a huff. How dare Doctor McLeod send a shrink to evaluate her, she thought, If she needed a psychiatrist she has an uncle in Dallas she could see. Just because she pulled Doctor McLeod down and kissed him when she woke up and called him Eric, her long dead husband, didn't make her crazy. And besides, her best friend Annie had handed her a mirror and convinced her she wasn't ninety-six years old and had just died. Annie had told her she had fallen through a week spot in the Ville and had been unconscious for the pass three days. Stacey listened to her friend, however, she wondered how could she have dreamed a life time in three days. Although everyone tried to convince her it was just a dream, somehow she knew better. Stacey had promised Annie she would go with her to a fund raiser her uncle was hosting on Friday night, however, come Saturday, she had every intention of renting a car and heading north to Yorkshire to search every library and Historical society available to her, because that was where she had lived in her dream.