Daisy yawned as she scrolled through the cryogenics files, absently drumming at the high glass desk with her long nails. She had taken an afternoon shift, so she could be with Sam in the evening. It had become a boring job, however. All contact with clients and their families was now digital, and hardly anyone still came by the reception.

Daisy stifled another yawn as she skimmed through the files. Her eyes were starting to feel a little heavy.

Suddenly, a familiar name caught her attention.

Lavinia Baranova...

Sam looked around. He gasped. They were actually there. It worked! Never in his life had he imagined she could really do it.

Across the road was the Pont Notre Dame, with the cathedral towering over the river Seine.

He had asked her if she knew that little restaurant by the river, opposite the Notre Dame.

A strange smile had come across her face.

“Do you want to go there?” she’d asked.

“You can do that?” he had queried in slight disbelief.

“Take my hands.”

Sam looked around. He gasped. They were actually there. It worked! Never in his life had he imagined she could really do it.

Across the road was the Pont Notre Dame, with the cathedral towering over the river Seine.

He had asked her if she knew that little restaurant by the river, opposite the Notre Dame.

A strange smile had come across her face.

“Do you want to go there?” she’d asked.

“You can do that?” he had queried in slight disbelief.

“Take my hands.”