Abigail walked closer to the sleeping figures. She couldn't explain what she felt as she looked at them. She didn't know what was going on. She attempted to touch them but her hand just went through them. Her body didn't have any substance to it. She wished she could speak to them, or at least to this younger version of herself. Was the girl really her? She still found it hard to believe.
She could tell from the style of their clothes and the way their houses were built that she had been drawn back into the past, way, way, way back in the past - she had watched many old era movies.
She was sure that what she was seeing weren't her forgotten memories because when she was this young, Abi spent most of her days at the hospital after her diagnosis. So these really weren't her memories at all. But… How was Alex here?
