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big baby,” she says again.
    “And are you in the habit of fooling around with babies?”
    She gasps. “You're awful .”
    The train pulls away from the platform. The sudden momentum, albeit slight, causes Amber to stumble into Michael's arms. His top three shirt buttons are undone. She gazes at his smooth chest then slides her arms around his waist.
    Michael opens his mouth for her.
    “You're cold,” she says between kisses. “You need to feed.”
    “I already am,” Michael replies.
    “You know what I mean.”
    “I haven't done what you're suggesting in a while.”
    “And why is that, exactly?”
    “Because people are us . It's cannibalism. There was a time when it was difficult to live any other way. It was survival. But now-”
    Amber places a finger over Michael's lips. “Save it. I don't doubt you feel that way. But you're not being completely open with me.”
    Michael takes Amber's hand. It's so soft, and stirs long buried memories. He looks past her and sees the interior of the car reflected in the window. He sees himself. It makes him feel uncomfortable.
    “It's easy to make mistakes,” he says.
    “We all make mistakes,” she replies.
    “For sure. But there are some mistakes that are truly mistakes.”
    Amber looks into Michael's eyes. She can see he's holding onto something painful. “You're turning this car into Room 101.”
    Michael sweeps his memories aside - “Sorry, my bad” - and smiles.
    “You've got a great smile. Anyone ever tell you that?”
    “Constantly.”
    Amber delivers a playful slap to his arm. “Narcissist.”
    Michael chuckles. “You really are a tonic.”
    “A tonic for what?” she asks.
    It's not a question Michael finds easy to answer. He shrugs. “You remind me of someone, from a very long time ago.”
    Amber slings her arms around his neck. “I hope it's a good memory.”
    “It is,” he replies. “Mostly.”
    “Room 101 again,” she cautions.
    “Okay, I get the hint.”
    Amber kisses him again.
    Michael returns Amber's affection. She has a quality he finds intoxicating. He turns her around, removes her leather jacket and throws it across the seat. He wraps his arms around her waist.
    The lights in the car briefly flicker .
    Amber lifts Michael's hands and places them over her breasts. She pushes her rump against him.
    “Tease,” he says, and kisses her on the neck.
    She tilts her head to one side and moans with pleasure.
    The reflection in the window catches Michael's attention again. He closes his eyes. A flood of memories wash over him. He attempts to resist, but they're so overpowering that, before long, he finds himself lost to another time, and to another woman.

FIVE
     
     
     
     
    1701; Kovolosia, Eastern Europe
     
    Levagnion ran into the forest clearing with his female companion. He held her hand tightly; never wanted to let it go.
    “I am out of breath,” she gasped, slowing to a halt.
    “I can see that,” Levagnion said, and gazed upon her heaving bosom.
    “Keep your eyes guarded,” she chided, and pulled up the bust of her long dress.
    “You are not going to be able to hide those,” he remarked.
    She placed her hands over the tops of her breasts. “Oh no? And why is that?”
    “Because I am going to do this !”
    He began tickling her.
    His companion cried with glee and backed away from him.
    “You think you can escape me?” he said, moving forward, his hands like claws, poised to strike.
    “I shall die trying,” she replied.
    Levagnion pounced. The woman cried again with delight. He slung his arms around her waist and spun her until they both toppled to the soft forest carpet.
    They lay supine, breathing heavily. Overhead, clouds drifted idly across the moonlit sky, like nomads, doomed to wander and never to settle.
    The woman sat up and wrapped her arms around herself. Her exuberant chestnut hair spilled across her shoulders. “It is getting cold.”
    Levagnion propped himself up on an elbow. “Is this an invitation, my