Marco stepped out of the room, looking as composed as he wanted. It worked on the outside and also helped him shield the nervousness inside of him. Not only did he know what he was doing, but it also happened to be his first date since Vincenzo kidnaped him. He looked around to ensure it was not another episode playing with his head.
He bent the curve and proceeded towards the little garden he picked for this particular date. As he walked, he felt a presence closing in around him.
He stopped to check if it was a memory trying to resurface, but this wasn't feeling like that. It was more accurate and familiar and all too human. Just as he took a few more steps, he suddenly encountered the last person he thought he would see that night.
"Ursula?" He called first, unsure, but as he got nearer, there was no doubt in his mind that it was Ursula.