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Chapter One

I woke up a little groggy, unable to remember why I was up before the sun. Then the shrill tones of a hard rock song filtered into my muddled brain and wincing slightly, I switched off my alarm. I sat up in my bed, rubbing my eyes, and looking around. My room-mate was snoring, a peaceful expression on her face. She was the only one sweet enough to agree sharing a room with me. Everyone else in the hostel was afraid of staying with 'The Girl With The Police Record'. I was still brought to the hostel by the Police regularly, but this time it was the New York City Police instead of Carmel-by-the-Sea, California Police. I had always thought things would be different if I were in NY, with the whole thing about how people get their house broken into all the time. Oh! Well, just goes to show how wrong I can be. I mean, come on! I don't have a single piercing anywhere. All I have is a small record with the police. Mind you, I've never been convicted for anything. Its just a lame record….and people behave like I am the plague.

I shook my head slightly to clear it. Its funny how getting up really early does that to you. I looked up to look at the calendar pinned up on the wall right in front of me. The date read 15th December. Hmmm….December….. Christmas……Holidays. Right!!!! It all began coming back to me. The college was giving us a Christmas break and I had planned to go back home to celebrate Christmas with my family. I was also kind of starting to miss Andy's excellent cooking. That was partially the reason why I was going to Carmel despite Gina's incessant insistence that I stay with her.

I got off the bed and looked at the packed suitcase lying near my bed. I walked to the window and saw the three inch of snow covering the road. Just imagining getting down there and walking that street searching for a cab, made shivers run down my spine. I looked at the watch I always had strapped to my wrist. When ghosts visited me at night, complaining about their deader than dead life making me run errands for them, I usually looked at my watch to look at the time so I could later whine about it to myself or Father D (who I was still in contact with albeit by phone or e-mail, that he has finally learnt how to send without making his computer hang.) The time was 3:30AM. Great! Now I had only half an hour to get ready, grab breakfast, hail a cab and get going. I quickly got into the shower, not wanting to stink on an air-plane and got out within five minutes. I quickly dried my dark straight hair that fell just past my shoulders and got dressed. Then I called a cab using my cell phone, left my roommate's Christmas present on her side table, with a note about where I had gone and collected my luggage and got out.

I skipped breakfast and rushed to the airport reaching just half an hour before my schedule time. I quickly checked in and went to the restaurant to eat the overpriced stuff they sold in the name of food.

***

Just as I finished my sandwich, I heard the announcement made for all passengers boarding my flight to get to Gate 5. I collected my handbag and hurried towards my gate. I had requested for a window seat. I sat down and looked out of the window. I realized that the seat next to mine was empty. So, if I was lucky enough, I would probably be able to have two seats all to myself. As these thoughts were going on in my mind, I heard someone come and sit down on the very seat I was fantasizing about. I didn't bother turning around even though I knew that I was being terribly rude. Then again, I had never been one to care. He didn't bother initiating a conversation either. I kind of knew why that was. Just like always, I had my motorcycle jacket on. The black leather one. Among other things that hadn't changed, my incessant use of the jacket was one. I smiled a little. Old memories came back to me. Jake had always thought I was a member of a gang or something. Despite the fact that I knew this, I never really forced the idea out of his head. I still usually called him 'Sleepy' but I was trying to change that habit. I had been forcing myself to call him by his name ever since he gave up working at the pizza place and got an actual job.

"Passengers please tie your seatbelts, we are about to take off from the New York Airport. We will be reaching California in two hours time."

I hear the pilot and heard the same old demonstration the airhostesses give every time we travel by air. I put on my seatbelt and rested my head on the headrest to catch some sleep. My eyes were closed the whole time so I couldn't look at who had come to sit by my side but by the sound of shuffling, it was either a man, or a very fat woman. The person was radiating a lot of heat and in the middle of winter, who doesn't appreciate some heat? I snuggled up and went off to sleep.

***

I woke up one and a half hour later to a soothing voice saying something to me. I made a small moaning sound and shuffled a little to get a little more comfortable. "Susannah?" the voice said.

"Hmmmm?" I said, unable to stop myself from responding to such a sexy male voice. It had a nice accentish tilt to it. "Wake up… we are about to land."

That's when something hit my head. Wait a minute…..land? Oh heck!! I was still on the plane hugging my fellow passenger!!! When all this came back to me, I pushed at him rather violently, and got back up. I opened my bag, took out a bottle of water from it and nearly drank up half of it. Then I took out a chewing gum, popped it into my mouth, munching at such a rate that I was sure I would have a jaw ache. Then I turned around to look at my fellow passenger, fully meaning to apologize. Only I couldn't get anything out of my mouth. That was because I had just seen a Greek God.