Just when Berengar was about to take the final plunge, and become one with his fifth and final wife. The most peculiar thing happened. The Albino beauty, perhaps in the heat of the moment, had uttered a single name, in a voice so low, that Berengar initially thought he was perhaps mistaken.
"I'm sorry Julian..."
It was an ordinary name, and could be that of any man other than himself. However, it was a name that Berengar had not heard in some time, a name that was once his own in another world, and another life.
Suddenly, as if his brain was rapidly expanding into the cosmos itself, Berengar began to connect the dots. In truth, he knew very little about this woman's past life, so much so that he had neglected the possibility that they had once known each other. After all, the odds of such a thing were so improbable that they were nearly an impossibility.
