Still with the letter in hand, Wendy reached over and opened the box again. There inside was a beautiful diamond ring. She picked it up, watching the afternoon sun that glinted through the old skylight window dancing through the stone that sat in the gold band.
“Wendy,” her mother’s voice shouted up into the attic from the hallway below, “everything alright?”
“Uhhuh,” she said, “I think so…”
“Are you sure? What are you doing up there?”
“Rummaging through time.”
“Find anything interesting?”
She stared at the ring, the letter, the newspaper covering. What did it all mean?
“Perhaps, hold on.”
The Thoughts that Colin has. 