A thought flashed through Faye Vaughn's mind, but she quickly dismissed it as too outlandish.
She muttered under her breath, dismissing the idea, "Impossible..."
'Actually, besides the original owner of this body looking like Vivian Windsor, one other person resembled her too.'
'Her own, original self.'
'But when Vincent Hawthorne was thirteen, she had been in another world, on the other side of a dimensional barrier. How could she possibly have saved him?'
'Unless she had crossed over into this world before and just didn't remember it.'
The more Faye Vaughn thought about it, the more ridiculous the idea seemed.
She shook her head, her expression turning serious. "Second Young Master Hawthorne, what I said earlier was just a sudden theory. I didn't mean to drive a wedge between you and Miss Windsor. I hope you won't misunderstand."
