familiar.

Matt nodded. "It was really good," he said.

Savy grinned. "Good I'm glad you liked it."

Matt sighed contently. "Is there anyone you know of who I could make fall in love with me?" he asked.

"What do you want from a girl," Savy asked.

"Someone who will love me for me," Matt said.

"What do you like to do," Savy asked.

Matt bit his lip as he thought. "I like to write," he said.

"What did you used to write," Savy asked.

"Poetry," Matt said. "I never had anyone read it, though."

"Would you write some now for me," Savy asked.

"I could try," Matt said. "I don't even know if I can write anymore. I haven't used my hands in 100 years."

Savy placed a piece of paper and pen in front of Matt. "It won't hurt to try," she replied.

Matt nodded. He reached down and picked up the pen, placing it between his fingers and taking a deep breath as he tried to write. He was definitely going to have to work the strength in his thumb back up because it was really weak.

"Did you write poetry for Val," Savy asked.

Matt nodded. "Yeah," he mumbled. He frowned when the pen slipped from his fingers, sighing heavily. "I can't do it."

"Keep trying," Savy reassured him. "It's been a hundred years Matt."

Matt picked up the pen again and tried to write.

Savy saw Matt start to struggle again, taking his hand in here and began massaging it.

Matt looked up at her. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Your muscles are tense," she stated. "I figured a massage would help."