*An Earlier Time*

       Allen enjoyed running more than anything. He'd been up and down almost every street in downtown Chicago. At first people had wondered what was wrong with him , that he would run like that constantly , never to anywhere important. Allen himself , sometimes wondered why he did it. Whether he new why or not , he always did,  Everyday arround four o'clock. As a result he was slender , muscular and obviously fast. But on this day his run was cut short.

        As Allen rounded the conner on to 58th street something white caught his eye. He slowed his pace to a walk pushing his sweat ridden Aburn bangs out of his eyes and  looked into the alleyway fully exspecting to see a cat or some discarded toy. But thats not what he saw. "Is this real"was all he could think . A girl in a white ball gown and gold paten leather shoes was joting something in a small pink notebook . But as she wrote , it disappeared. He started in shock for what seemed like hours. Then she suddenly she looked up.

"Ah" she exclamied "You can see me! so you must be Allen Shay."

"Ummm...yea. But who are you?" He murmured in a barely audible tone. 

 "I'm Anna!' she said a littel to loudly bowing in a way reminiscent of a ballroom dancer. " Now we should be on our way!" She announced , Swinging her long white locks over her sholder and grabbing tightly onto his wrist. Something he couldn't make out appeared suddenly in the notebook , Anna glanced at it and before he could protest , He was sitting in a garden of red roses outside a beautiful white house. Anna stood beside him , once again absorbed in the pages of her notebook.

"Hello!" A youngh man in a black turtleneck called to him. He had a heavy british accent short hair and startling green eyes " Allen isn't it? I'm Donovan. Nice to meet you!"

                                                                                      -L.C