LIfting the newspaper, Martin glanced at the date April 3rd, 1953, He had gone back further in time. Then he noticed that the newspaper was a Michigan tabloid.
He recalled, with a start, that he had somehow known he was in a Michigan hotel. But how? Surely this verified that he was dreaming. At no time since this dream had begun was there any mention as to where they were, so... how could he possibly have known where they were?
Then he remembered the birthmark, identical to the one that he had. Opening his robe once more, he looked at it again. It was still there, exactly the same as the one that he had on his own thigh, except it was on softer, smoother skin.
The truth began to slowly dawn on him, it seemed impossible and yet... could he, Martin Newsome, possibly have been Shirley St. Claire in a former life? Could it be that the screen legend he adored be himself or more accurately, who he used to be?