Prologue.

1923. Paris, France.

I can't stay in Paris for too long and I have no idea what to do if they find me here. I hurriedly got my bags and luggage at hand, and a one way ticket. I can only sigh in fear, that they are coming to get me.

I ran down the stairs and trying to escape from them. I can hear my heart beat at my spine, synchronized with my breath. I don't have clear plan for myself and certainly where to off next now. I am alone and have no one to take refuge.

Then all of the sudden, I heard loud crashing coming from the doors and they were shouting in Italian comments . I ran out of the apartment complex and just keep running, never to look back. My mind went blank of what I am doing but I am too clueless on what to do.

My body is starting to wear off and I stop near a dark alleyway, looking left and right of me. I was wandering off to the dark alley, much to my judgement., there was a light end.

Walking closer and closer, seeing a wall behind. I look up around to find where to escape but there is nothing around here. Then all of the sudden, I find myself looking up and there was roses falling down the sky but then...

96 years later, 2018.

Violet Toussaint, a graduate of double major for journalism and criminology. She's aimlessly clicking on her mouse, looking through her computer for clothes and any unnecessary miscellaneous.

Then she heard a loud slam on the door and she quickly clicked into some links for some job openings around. "Vi I'm home." Her mom, Cecilia, called out. "Hey mom!" She called back, trying to cover up with websites filled with links of job openings.

"You're still looking around?" She questioned. Violet can only sigh, "yes, I am still looking for a job, some of the requirements that they are showing, is too high."

Violet looked at her mother and disappointment was written all over her face. "You have an another package that you have, and it is under my name," Her mother only groan, "for the whole day, you've been wasting your time online, buying something."

"Mom, this is for my interview!" Violet exclaimed.

Cecilia rubbed her forehead with her finger, "you have plenty of clothes inside of that closet, instead of buying clothes under my name."

Violet stood up from her chair, "I'm sorry mom, I'll start to paying you off when I find a job."

"Really? You seem to mention that a lot more, are you really sure that you've been looking at jobs?" She questioned. "Are you assuming that I've been lazy?" Violet asked defensively.

"I never said I did?" Then Cecilia's phone ring, and it was much perplexed, she shows her phone. "This is what you've been doing for the whole day." Violet's heart started to beat a little faster and has nothing to say.

"Violet, you need to get serious now. You can't just be at home and spend your tie around here," Cecilia is now sighing in frustration, "I worked 16 hours now today and I came home with you ordering clothes online."

"I'm sorry mom, I promise you that I would find a job immediately." Violet pleaded. "You said many promises but doesn't fulfill them at the other part. I think I am already at the wit ends with you." Cecilia couldn't suppress her feelings anymore, it was just filled with lots of emotion in the air.

"Mom, I will find a job, I have the hard time looking around for a proper job." I said. "Stop with you excuses, please. I think you are taking advantage of this home, and I should've done this a long time ago."

Violet knew what she is talking about, "Mom, you can't just kick me out! I'll stop buying anything online, just please." She pleaded. Cecilia nodded no, "I gave so many chances for you, didn't seem to reach the end of the bargain for me."

Next thing that happened, Violet finds herself packing up her bags and everything inside her room. Violet was takes everything in to the situation that is happening to her. Her heart is racing through her veins and can't grasp the reality to what she is happening to her.

She grabs her family photos that she treasured and placing it along with her clothes. "Are you done?" Cecilia questioned. Violet looked at her mother, and all she could do is nod. "Do I have to leave?" She stupidly asked, even though she knows the answer. "You know that answer already."

Violet zipped up her bags and head out to what is left of her room. And is escorted out of the front door. "Where do I go from here?" She questioned.

"You're going to Grandma Louis in Montana. You'll stay there up until you find a job." Cecilia explained.

"Why am I going to Montana? I think I can manage to go to my friend's house." Violet said.

"No, I insist that you stay with Grandma Louise, she is not getting any better and I am worried for what happens to her." Cecilia explained. She rubbed her hair in annoyance, "I'm not even close to Grandma Louise, why would I stay with her?"

Then she all of the sudden, Cecilia slapped her face, forming a red mark on Violet's face. "How dare you talk to your grandmother like that," she fumed, "you are so damn ungrateful for what other people have done for you. Don't you come back here until you are in your right mind and have job."

Violet grabbed her bag and immediately left the house, not looking back at her mother. She found a taxi and take her to a bus stop, en route to Montana. She rode on the bus and sat there in a daze.

Violet is quite lost in what she wants in her life, but is thinking that this trip with her grandmother, would get her in the right mind. It took 4 days from her hometown of San Francisco, California to Big Sky, Montana.

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It was that one spring day, the fresh air and glacier started to melt in Montana. She grabbed a taxi and sat down at the back seat. "Where would you like to go to?" He questioned. "31 Francis Street." Violet nonchalantly replied back.

She looked at the car window and just take in the beauty that is happening around her. She hasn't been In Montana for a very long time now. The last time that Violet was here is when she's only at the age of 10 years old, and that was ever the last time, up until now.

One hour to the car ride and it came a full stop. "That would cost you $67, miss." He said. She looked through her wallet and has some cash, exactly giving him $67. "Thank you miss, have fun here in Big Sky!" The taxi driver drove off, only holding onto her two suitcases at hand.

Her boots clattered up the stairs, when arriving up the door. She knocked the door softly, there was no answer. Violet can only wait a little and then the door opened up. "Who are you?" Grandmother Louise questioned. "It's me granny Lou, I am here." She said.

"Violet? Is that you," She smiled widely and hugging her young granddaughter tightly, "my you are such a now a beautiful girl."

Violet's problems started to go away in her arms with Grandma Lou. "Come in now Violet, it's very much cold outside."

Violet entered inside her grandmother's home, nothing has been changed since the last visitation. Antique phonographs, archival disks stored at shelves along with her books. Porcelain dolls stared at her creepily, which gave the chills after so many years.

"You still have the dolls." She said, making Grandma Louise laugh. "They still scare you there Vi?" The answer was immediately answered with a nod.

"You must be hungry from the journey from California to here. Have a seat, I'll get your food ready." Violet sat down at a chair and waited to get the food ready. She gave her plate, a perfectly cut salmon with a side of asparagus. Violet was much in shocked to be cooking like, just wondering if there is caregiver around preparing food for her.

"Grandma, do you have a caregiver around here to help you cook?" She questioned. "MY! I don't need no darn caregiver around here! I'm only 86 years old my dear, but I can only function like a 25 year old." She was showing off that she can still left her legs up but Violet stood up quickly, to aid her grandmother.

"Granny Lou, you can't be doing that out of nowhere, I know that you are still feel young, but you need to be careful of what you would be doing." Violet said. "Oh, you worry too much like your father, but don't worry I will be much careful in what you would do."

They both ate their lunches and was enjoying their companies together. Night came by where they are now in their designated rooms. Violet looked at the window and was marveled that the night sky. It's not an empty black, void, night sky that she's accustomed to in San Francisco but stars that stretched that could not see far from the horizon.

As she was ready to get to sleep, a piece of paper was peaking at the lacy tapestry of the antique lamp. Violet took that piece of paper and examined it carefully, and the date of the paper, 1923.

That was weird that Grandma Lou would have paper from 1923 and she wasn't even born in that era too. She looked back at the paper and saw, "Rembrandt my love, 1923." Violet doesn't know what this means, but she placed it back to the small lamp table, as she's drifted to her down dreamland.