"What is the date?"<br/><br/>Her hand slipped out from between his fingers, and the question broke him from his reverie. She mouthed the words with unfamiliarity, as though she had never spoken before. It was a sad reminder that she was not Teresa, but another that inhabited her flesh. He struggled to recall the exact date. During his isolated study in the manor, night passed into day without his notice. He knew it must be some time in May.<br/>"May, I believe," ventured Ivan.<br/>"The sixth of June," corrected Trevor.<br/>The revelation took Ivan by surprise. Was it really June already? He had hoped to have completed bringing Teresa back before her birthday. It was their custom to lie under the Willow that bordered the rivulet that cut through the estate. Given the time it would take to reach Dover, it seemed that was not to be. Ivan wondered at her concern over the date. He realised that he knew near nothing about the spirit he had conjured into Teresa's body. Even its name eluded him. He supposed that it mattered little. When he brought Teresa back, he would have to banish her current 'occupant,' but his curiosity was stirred.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" he asked. It felt strange to look at the face of Teresa and ask such a question, but he reminded himself that it was not Teresa who looked back. Trevor looked up, thinking the question had been directed at him, but, noticing the strange look that Ivan leveled at his voluptuous companion, he quickly became preoccupied with the contents of his bag.<br/>"I am Ivan Cane." He thought that perhaps whoever now resided in Teresa's body was likely confused, maybe scared, and he had hardly done anything to comfort the soul<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>had forced into Teresa's flesh. "Your body is that of Teresa, my wife. I tried to save her, to bring her back," Ivan found himself confessing, "but it went awry."