After a quick breakfast, Booker wrote in his journal before heading to the hot springs to bathe, almost looking forward to shaving his face and putting on some clean clothes. Wearing only his red long john underwear he grabbed his things and headed out feeling an overwhelming sense of elation. Sophie woke to the sun in her eyes and a soggy back, covered in mud she looked around to find herself in a dark hole her bag at her side, her gun lying next to it. Mud was caked in her hair and on her face her entire body pretty much covered from head to toe. Sore she struggled to stand grabbing her gun and bag she used the roots of the tree to pull herself up onto land checking herself out making sure she wasn’t injured. “What the hell was that about?” Hearing running water she smiled “Hot springs.” Moments later she walked up into paradise. A lush garden of ferns, green moss-covered black rocks, and two large pools of water that were covered in a thick white fog. “Eden.” Dropping her bag she took off her boots and washed the mud off them then took off her sweater and washed it out before laying it out on the rocks to dry. She slowly undressed, washing her clothes out as she went. Booker had walked up as Sophie removed her sweater and froze at the sight of her, stopping at the tree line he watched her in awe she wore men's attire although he had never seen the likes of it. The black pants she wore were tight showing off her figure, her top was tight and black with no sleeves and hugged her breasts. Still, in shock, he watched as she removed her pants and washed them out. She wore almost nothing underneath and what she did wear were black and lace. His breath caught when she removed her shirt to show more black lace covering her full breasts, her body had colorful tattoos on it as he had never seen on a man let alone a woman, the colors were vibrant and the drawings beautiful. Feeling like she was being watched Sophie looked up to find a handsome man dressed in faded red long underwear like those a cowboy would wear. His dark blackish-brown hair was long, past grown out and his scraggly beard barely hid his strong jaw. He was a tall man with a muscular build; his chest was wide with crisp black hair that peaked through his unbuttoned collar. His Fierce blue eyes seemed to search Sophie's body, taking in every inch of her as she did the same to him, coming out of her stupor Sophie smiled “Hello.” Booker quickly turned around as if shielding his eyes “Good Morning Mam.” Sophie smiled, “No need to turn around.” Booker frowned “Well Mam it looks to me like your in need of some privacy.” Sophie laughed “Privacy is the last thing I need, I’d rather we talk face to face if you don’t mind. It would make me a hell of a lot more comfortable.” Booker nearly fell over as he turned and walked closer still averting his eyes. “Sorry Mam, didn’t mean to stare before, I don't see a lot of women around here or men for that fact.” Sophie gave a sexy laugh “Looks like you’re here to bathe.” Booker couldn't help but recognize the strange but beautiful woman before him, “Yes Mam I am, may I ask where is your husband?” Sophie smiled “Why would you assume I have a husband?” Surprised Booker turned looking right at her “Well Ma'am you’re up in the mountains alone, and not to be too forward but you're one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Hell, I’d think I was dreaming if I didn’t know better.” Sophie smiled “Thank you but I’m not married and after the night I've had I’d understand if this turned out to be a dream, it would make a hell of a lot more sense.” Booker walked closer and sat down his bag and towel. “I can come back later, but I’d rather not leave you out here alone, I can come back and check on you just to make sure you're safe and all." Sophie shrugged “Or you can just get in here with me, it’s just you and me out here and I’m not all that shy, it's strange but you seem very familiar to me.” Booker sat down to remove his boots “You also look very familiar to me mam, yet I know we have never met, I would never forget a woman of such beauty.” Sophie couldn't help but be attracted to the long-haired mountain man. “If it's alright with you, I'm going to bathe, feel free to join me.” Booker smiled as he watched Sophie boldly take off her bra and panties “I can’t wait to get all this mud off of me.” Booker couldn’t help but get hard; “This could be a dream after all.” With a shrug, he got naked and followed her in. Sophie watched wearing an excited smile. “Well, aren't you tasty enough to eat?” Booker laughed then went under, rising from the water he found Sophie watching him. “I know why I’m out here, how about you?” Booker smiled as he started cutting his hair and beard. “Well darling I own this land and I live in a cabin not far from here, why are you way out here all alone?” Sophie looked shocked “Don’t fuck with me.” Booker stopped and looked at her fairly surprised by her language “Why do say that? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Sophie started to panic unsure what to think, looking at the man before her, was possible he was from the past, everything about him said 1875 even the way he spoke. Was this just another dream, was this even conceivable? “Today is June 6th right?”Booker nodded “Yes mam it is, why do you ask, what’s wrong?” Leaning over to get her bag Sophie grabbed her pills and took them as if the delusion would disappear if that’s what it was. Booker watched her in confusion “What's going on, what did you just put into your mouth?” Sophie shook her head trying to figure out how to explain things to him and herself. “It's just my medicine to keep my head right. I’m going to say a few things and I want you to tell me if you recognize them okay.” Booker frowned but continued to groom himself. “Is there a bear in this forest that you named King Henry?” Booker stopped grooming and turned wearing a confused look “ Excuse me, how did you?” Sophie held up her hand “For now just answer yes or no.” Booker nodded “Yes, but.” Sophie swallowed hard “Do you dream about the same woman every night?” Finishing up his shave Booker nodded wearing a concerned expression “Yes and if I didn't know better I would think this was one of those dreams.” Sophie wiped her face taking a moment to think. “What is your name?” Booker wiped his face as he moved closer, his blue eyes sparkling with interest, “Booker T Grant, how do you know these things, and who are you?” Sophie held her hand to her chest “It's hard to explain, I arrived here yesterday morning and found your journal in the mine up on the mountainside. I know about all of these things because I read your journal.” Booker shook his head in denial “There is no way, I just wrote in it this morning at my cabin only minutes before arriving here.” Sophie sighed unsure what to say, “I can prove it, June 1st you wrote, what the fuck is my problem, then you said something about you being able to get laid by a whore and passing up pussy is how you put it, then you said you’d rather jack off to your dream girl then bed a whore. Then you talked about being horny, then hiring staff for your mine, then you finished with things. Now all I need is a woman and not just any woman, my woman, my dream woman.” Sophie smiled at Booker's surprise “Today you wrote about buying new clothes and going to bathe and said you're digging in a different direction tomorrow on a gut feeling.” Booker just stared at the water “But how is that possible, how can that be?” Sophie smiled “I was captivated by it, by you really. Just reading about your day-to-day life I felt like I was getting to know you or at least I wished I did. You reminded me of a dream I've had since I was young and now that I see you it's like your him, you're the dream, it's strange. Today was your last entry, I never in a million years thought I’d meet you.” Booker frowned “This is all so unreal you being here like this my dream woman showing up on my mountain, looking like a Goddess from a strange and exotic place. I have no clue what to think or do for that matter.” Sophie nodded “Brace yourself, I own this land and it has been in my family for many generations, I’m the last living Chance, that’s my name, Sophie Chance.” Booker frowned “No darling, I own this land.” Sophie nodded “In 1875 you do but I’m from the year 1995 and I came up here to see the land I own and I’ve been staying in your cabin for the last day and a half. I followed a weird glowing light last night into the forest and when I caught it I fell into a deep hole and woke up covered in mud. That's why I’m here right now.” Booker ran his hands through his wet hair still confused and trying to wrap his head around the whole situation. “So Miss Chance you say you have dreamt of me in the past?” Sophie smiled “Yes it's strange even before seeing you and just having read your journal I knew it was you, then when I saw you it was like a bolt of lightning hit me. Hell, I was attracted to you covered in hair; now that I see you like this you’ll be lucky if I let you out of the water.” Booker's eyes widened with interest as Sophie moved closer “I've dreamt of you for years. How is it possible that you're here now and so near to my grasp? I have wanted this moment for so long and imagined what I'd do if I had this chance and now I do and you're standing here before me naked and as fiery as you ever were in my fantasies.” Sophie gave a sexy smile as she approached him “I'm pleased you feel the same connection to me as I do for you, I don't normally get this friendly with strangers. I'm not the shy type by any means but I'm no whore either. I can prove I'm from the future but since we're here now in your time and I have no idea how to get back your proof will have to wait until later. I was hoping you and I could take this time to get to know each other better.”