She sat waiting, longing for the moment she would lay eyes on him again.

It had been a long time since she last saw him. 

To be exact; four years ago.

She remembered every small detail about him.

The first time they met.

A train ride where they accidentally bumped into each other while leaving their carriage.

She tripped and he caught her. And that was it. His eyes had met hers, concern and care mingled into one gaze.

And in that instant she knew. 

She just knew.

They agreed to lunch at the very same station.

She let him order, and the meal was simple, yet elegant.

Just like him.

The clinking of the wine glasses as they toasted their innocent brush with destiny.

She remembered the way he would swipe that one loose strand of hair out of her face when she was talking to him.

She remembered his sparkling and very inquisitive eyes, that melted her every resistance.

A week later they had become best friends, and passionate lovers.

A year after their meet cute, he proposed.

She accepted.

Then one snowy night it was all snatched from her in one brutal snap of winter.

Despite her misgivings he had decided to drive back home during a snow storm, claiming his four wheel drive truck could go through hell and come back.

It didn't.

He got stranded in the ditch on a highway, and never made it back.

They later found his frozen body in a farm field, not far from where his car was. It seems he was looking for shelter from the storm in a nearby farm house, but never made it.

The following weeks and months had been grueling.

Then one day she read about advanced cloning.

Normally it would take the clone a gestation period of nine months, and then the baby could be raised. 

Advanced cloning used the DNA of the host, and could regenerate the same person or animal with a period of two years.

The price?

Astronomical.

She had luckily inherited a tidy some from her Grand Father, who had made a cozy life in the world of media as a talent manager.

Enough to get things rolling.

The cloning institute made no guarantees to successful cloning, but its history seemed convincing.

Three percent fail rate, which was convincing enough to Tess.

And now, here she sat, in the waiting room of the clinic where she hopefully was able to resurrect her deceased husband James.

The doors in the waiting room slid open.

And there he was.

She waived once, still not quite believing what had just happened.

Eyes now tearing with joy, she waited for him to be lead to her table.

The orderly sat him across from her and said his farewells.

His glittering eyes were the same. 

The dimples when he smiled.

The same.

Then he carefully stretched out his arm,

gently moved that loose strand of hair away,

And asked,

"You seem familiar; Do I know you?"


That would become their first date, for the second time.

And also 

their fourth anniversary......