Theodore Vance held the delicate butterfly pendant.

His stern features softened into an uncharacteristic tenderness.

A flood of memories washed over him.

It was a scene he had replayed in his mind a thousand times.

He had been hunted, cornered by enemies.

He barely escaped with his life.

Injured and bleeding, he stumbled into a remote fishing village.

His consciousness faded with each passing moment.

He remembered collapsing on the desolate beach.

The cold sea water lapped at his wounds, washing the blood away.

He was ready to give up.

Then, a blurry figure appeared through his dimming sight.

She saved him.

She tended his injuries with gentle hands.

She whispered for him to hold on, to fight.

She was his lifeline, his second chance.

His loyal men found him soon after and smuggled him out.

When he returned to the village, she was gone.

The only clue was that she was a foreigner.

The only proof was this butterfly pendant.

For years, he searched the world for her.

He found nothing.

Until now.

A slow smile spread across his face.

The woman was from Crestwood.

He pulled a worn photograph from his pocket.

It showed a woman with a kind smile and graceful demeanor.

"Evelyn," Theodore whispered, his voice low. "I've found you at last. I will not lose you again."

Meanwhile, Evelyn was trapped in a dream.

It was a memory from long ago.

She was traveling, seeking inspiration in a small fishing village abroad.

One morning, she walked along the beach.

She saw a man lying on the sand.

His body was covered in blood.

She didn't think. She acted.

She dragged him to safety.

She checked his pulse. It was faint.

He was dying.

She called for an ambulance, but the village was too remote.

Help would take too long.

The local villagers warned her to stay away.

"He's lost too much blood," they said. "He won't survive. Don't waste your time."

"We see death here often. It's normal."

But Evelyn refused to let a man die in front of her.

She took him to her rented cottage.

She found what medicine she could to stop the bleeding.

She managed to stabilize him, but then a fever set in.

With no doctor, she cared for him herself.

She stayed by his side for days.

She talked to him, urging him to live.

She felt he could hear her.

Miraculously, he held on. His fever broke.

Days later, she heard a doctor was nearby.

She brought gifts and begged for his help.

She pleaded all day.

Finally, the doctor agreed.

But when they returned to the cottage, the man was gone.

The neighbors said people came for him.

She tried to find out more, but she hit a dead end.

She didn't know his name. She had to let go.