It seems I'm alone.

No tourist in sight.

Historical accuracy required me to get to town on July 24th.

Do everything as Mina did, always.

But summer is still so far off...

Who knows, then...

Against my better judgement, I find myself seeking the sight of a young woman dressed in white behind a stone...

...behind what's left of a pillar...

...behind a window.

If only I could see her.

Even if for nothing more than a split second.

Even for the shortest moment.

Even if it's not for real.