“Henry, come in.” she led him into the house. “Rest, I’ll make us some tea.” She ordered.

Henry examined his surroundings through his thick hood and veil. The inside was just as he remembered, filled with shaker furniture and lit by a warm stove.

As she came into the living room, Henry asked “Rebecca, marry me.” She stopped for a beat, the tea still in her hands. “Yes.” she smiled.

“Now, let me see your face.” she cooed. “You wont like it.” he replied. “Come now, I’m the woman that wants to become your wife, no injury could change that.” she answered as she removed his veil.

Henry watched as Rebecca’s kind, smiling face drained of its color. She dropped her hand and moved slightly back. He heard himself saying “I told you wouldn’t like it.” as she covered her face with her hand and her eyes filled with tears.

“It’s okay”, he mumbled as he darted for the door. Rebecca stood and started to follow, “Don’t follow me.” Henry cried.

Henry fled into darkness as Rebecca watched him, silhouetted in the doorway.