"I CANNOT LEAVE THIS HOUSE. IT IS THE ONLY LINK I HAVE WITH THE FUTURE. I'M NOT LADY ELSINGHAM. I'M KATHY HENDRIX."
She was young, lovely, and newly jilted. And to make matters worse, it had started to rain. She sought refuge in the doorway of a small store, which boasted a painting in the window.
Suddenly she found herself staring hard at the painting -- a painting of a woman who had lived two hundred years before. She could not take her eyes off it, for it seemed to draw her into itself.
That was when it happened -- the unexpected, terrifying trip into the past...