Frost couldn't handle watching the doctor remove his two friends from the house to prepare them for burial, so moving to the library he was surprised to find it exactly how he left it. The doors shut gently behind him, no closing completely but enough that he wouldn't be disturbed by the sounds of the men parading through his home.

The globe spun slowly and split as the books burst from their shelves to whirl about the room. He chuckled as he watched them.

"Missed me, did you?" he asked softly, moving to the piano bench.

He struck out a cord gently, wincing at how out of tune it was. Hitting it repeatedly, the sound soon became rich and beautiful as he closed his eyes and let his fingers speak. The song was one he didn't know, made up as he went along. Something that reminded him of Duncan, although he never really enjoyed his music.

He was so caught up in the song and the feelings it spurred that he didn't hear as the bare feet padded through the open doorway and stood before him, watching silently. His hair came free of the ribbon it was tied back in and he rocked as he played, letting the music possess him completely and burn out the sea of sadness that was swirling in his soul.

The last note resounded through the quiet room and he let his hand fall away, suddenly becoming aware of the audience. With a sigh to himself, he didn't look at the intruder.

"If you came to pester me, go away. I'm in mourning."

"For Duncan and Julie?"

The soft voice made his eyes widen. How many times had he dreamt about that beautiful voice? Turning abruptly, he let his eyes drink in the sight of her standing before him.

"Anika?" he choked, words catching in his throat.

She frowned at him, her white night gown billowing slightly because of the breeze rushing in the open window.

"How do you know my name? Did Duncan tell you about me? Did you know Duncan and Julie?" she looked away and tears clouded her eyes and fell slowly like rolling diamonds. "I didn't know Julie very well, but it feels like I've known Duncan forever." she sobbed and tried to choke it down. "It hurts so much and I don't know why."

Frost was on his feet in an instant, wrapping his arms around her to comfort and ease her torment.

"I know." he whispered to the top of her head. "I've known Duncan since I was a boy, he was very dear to me; almost like my father in many ways."

"Do you think they're together now?"

Frost nodded.

"Most definitely." he answered softly. "They'll always be together."

"I have no one!" she wailed, collapsing against him suddenly. "My parents disowned me and they were my only living relatives! What am I going to do now?"

"I'll take care of you." he promised, meaning it with every breath in his body. "I promised Duncan I would."

She looked up at him and frowned as she placed a hand against his cheek.

"I feel that I know you too." she stated gently. "This whole place. It feels so much like home. Maybe we met before in a past life? Filled with magic and wonder."

His throat constricted.

"Do you believe that?"

She nodded and put her head against his chest.

"I do. I believe that I loved you and you loved me. You're a kind man, a marvellous composer." she paused to glance at the whirling books. "And obviously more than that."

He closed his eyes.

"Do you love me?"

She looked up suddenly, her eyes glazing over with tears as she stared at him in wonder.

"I don't know." she replied honestly. "But I'll never throw your love back at you. I'll hold it in my heart and never let it go."

"Do you mean it?"

"With all my heart."