In the crisp soring air, sunlight shines off what little traces of snow lie upon the ground. The young woman, Lillian Ross, with long hair as light as the sunlit snow hops gracefully over the curb side puddle, while laughter rumbles threw her chest, she looks over her shoulder at the man she loves. His long are reaches for hers. As she lands the end of her heel graces the puddle causing a spray of glowing water to arise, dousing the man, Jeremy Ross.
The very same man's eyes flicker open, scanning the room slowly with them, he realizes that all of that was a dream of a distance memory, running his tired eyes over the room once again he stops, looking up at this large mechanical bed, with which faint breathing is heard, a faint stream of light slides across the floor, and flickers on a face asleep in the bed. Getting to his feet the man walks slowly over to the bedside, grabbing the hand of the sleeping person, he looks down onto the face, of the women in his dream, the one person who h