The time was 1945. Everything was going so fast that Ed could barely vocalize. It all came into focus when he watched Lorraine walk down the aisle.

   Her arm was interlaced with her father's. He held a blank stare as they walked down the aisle of the church, hardly even blinking as the sun illuminated the little ceremony. She looked up at him with grateful blue eyes.

   Ed would not easily forget the talk he had with the man a week before he proposed to his daughter. He had purposely waited until Georgiana and Lorraine took off to the store, then sat beside the older man, asking for his daughter's hand in marriage.

   "You- you want to marry Lorraine," he said, finishing for him.

   "I love her," he explained, "I have to go back in a couple of days. I want to marry her before then."

   "Lorraine will marry whomever she pleases. If she accepts, then I will have no choice but to let you have her," he said.

   Ed took a deep breath. "I'll take care of her," he promised.

   Their wedding was quickly planned and held. The ceremony was no longer than thirty minutes, and shortly thereafter the happy couple spent some time with the closest members of their family.

   Word got around about how Ed Warren saved a collegue's life, saving the man from the cold waters of the North Atlantic. Lorraine couldn't have been more proud. Everyone could see from her beaming smile that she loved him more than anything the world could give her.

   Mr. Moran was worried about his daughter's marriage to the Warren boy. Georgiana assured him that Ed was a good boy-- he had proved that a long time ago. He wasn't sure, but he was not the type to interfere in his daughter's social life. He loved his girl, and his feelings were allowed to shine through the gift that he gave her in light of her wedding. "Ed, I got something I want to give to you and the girl," he said, handing the boy a scrap of paper.

   "What's this?" Ed asked. His voice was edged with concern.

   "You and Lorraine just take a look at that when you hop in the vehicle. I hope it suits you both," he said, guiding Georgiana away.

   Ed's arms wrapped around his bride's waist as they walked from the church. Family and friends waved them goodbye, watching as the young man helped Lorraine into the car. An excited Carla held the bride's bouquet between clutched fists.

   "Where are we going?" Lorraine asked. Neither of them had been able to decide where they wanted to spend their last days together.

   "I don't know-- your father handed me this before we walked out," he said, showing her the scrap of paper. She took the folded article from his hand and opened it gingerly.

   "It's directions. I don't recognize them," she said, handing them to her husband, who took them in one hand.

   "Hm. Wherever it is, it's not that far from their place," he handed them back to her. "How about you read em' off to me and we'll go there?"

   Lorraine nodded eagerly. The directions were read of with a steady, comfortable hum. They drove for a few minutes before the new bride stopped abruptly. "It's so beautiful out here," she said, admiring the snow that had started to fall.

   "What, you're not going to fret about us getting stuck out here, all alone, in the snow?" he teased playfully.

   She smiled at the thought. "It could be romantic," she responded, ignoring his teasing. She bit her lip, then placed a hand on his thigh.

   Ed started to laugh. "You're a randy thing, Lorraine Mor- Warren," he corrected, noting the excitement in her voice. "I don't know that I'll be able to handle you," he persisted, laughing.

   They shared in each other's laughter for a few more minutes. Eventually, Ed turned on the radio. Eddy Duchin was singing a simple, whimsical tune titled, "I Could Write a Book."

If they asked me, I could write a book.

About the way you walk, and whisper;

And look...

   The newly married couple could not contain themselves. They arrived at a beautiful house that had obviously been furnished with sentimental items that Lorraine's parents had collected over the years; the two couldn't have been more oblivious to these things, at least, at the moment.

   The passion they shared had culminated, kindling a fire in them both they that could not bear to hide. Ed's gentle fingers stroked his wife's dark chocolate locks, sending a tingling sensation through her scalp and a chill down her spine. There was a fire in her eyes that she had never seen before-- it was not the same harsh, smokey haze of war, but instead a crackling, tender warmth that startled her and excited her at the same time.

   "Ed..."

   "Hm?"

   "Can we do that again?"

   He chuckled. "You're a randy thing, Mrs. Warrren," he repeated, stroking her again. She laid her head against the crook of his bare chest; her scent made him smile. This infectious grin made the aura around them stronger, and Lorraine sighed.

~                                                                                                                                                                                                  ~

   Lorraine suggested that they go to the Bluebird for breakfast the next morning, hoping to have a little more time with her husband before the preparations for his leaving began. They sat at a table carrying on a loving conversation with each other; Lorraine blinked furiously.

   "Lorraine--"

   "I'm getting something," she said, her gazing drifting to the door. "There's something wrong with that man over there," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

   At the door was a tall, dark-haired man wearing glasses and a bushy mustache. He reminded Ed of his old English teacher. "What's wrong?" he whispered back to his wife, who's eyes were clamped firmly shut.

   "I don't know. Something's...off...about him."

   "Hey there, how's it going today?" their waitress piped, holding a notepad in her hand. Ed was too preoccupied with watching the man that he didn't answer. "Can I get you two something to sip on while you're waiting?" she asked.

   "I'll have coffee," Ed said, his eyes still planted on Lorraine.

   "Tea," was all she said. "I'll have tea. Four sugars, no cream."

   Ed was impressed. It was rare for Lorraine to do anything whilst having a premonition, let alone order a cup of tea.

   "I'll get your order in right away," the waitress assured them. If she noticed Lorraine's trancelike state, she didn't show it.

   Lorraine sighed, opening her eyes. "I lost it."

   "You lost it?" Ed replied questioningly.

   "I lost it. It was like a train of thought-- it was going somewhere, and I lost it when she was taking my order."

   "I'm sorry."

   "It's no one's fault. I'm glad it's gone anyways. I'd much rather be spending time with you than worrying about a stranger."

   "You're not concerned about trouble?" he asked, sounding surprised.

   "God will bring it back to me if it's urgent. If it's not, then I suppose we'll never know," she said, reaching across the table for her lover's hand.