It's been fifty-three days, twenty -three minutes and forty seven seconds… wait make that forty -eight seconds, since I saw you.

The dark narrow street stretched on endlessly, patches lit up by the soft glow of the blinking streetlights. A gentle warm breeze blows upon the back of my neck, making my hair stand on end. It's winter though why would a warm breeze be blowing? Why would the trees seem to be defrosting and new leaves forming before my very eyes? Why are the streetlights going out one by one?

'Confused?' I gasp as the voice echoes throughout the ever-quickening darkness. A voice I have heard before, in what seemed like a life -time ago.

'Fang?' I whisper, 'is that you?'

'Yes Max, it's me.''

His voice has changed… it has become more weak? Is that a slight wave in his speech as his says my name? Max. For so long I prayed to hear his voice again, for him to say my name and for so long I have hoped and longed just to be in his presence.

'Fang! Where are you Fang?'

A rush of emotion floods through my body, threatening to take over and tears start to spill out from underneath my eyelashes. But I'm Max, I'm suppose to be the strong one so I push the tears back and un-fold my wings ready to scan the area.

'I'm just another voice in your head Max.'

Fang's words stop me mid-flight and cause me to stare open mouthed at the deserted street ahead. Fang just another voice added to the whole 'save the world' voice inside of my head, great.

'Fang, have you come back for me?'

'No.'

Pain lashes through me, one thousand times worse then any eraser's claws. My hope, my happiness, my Fang has been all taken back off me all over again.

'Now Max, I'm sorry I didn't mean to start talking to you again but frankly I had no choice. I need your help.'

"Of course I'll help!'

I blurted out these words, without even considering the words he said I didn't mean to start talking to you again. What did he mean by that? Is he is just going to have me in his life for a day or two before taking off again? That he isn't even going to see me and that he is just giving me some kind of an assignment? That even though I love him he doesn't want to talk to me at all?

"Good Max, thank you. Sending you the map now"

Images flickered behind my eyelids, first a trickle then a stream all directing me where to fly. Over vast grassy fields, jewel green lakes and twinkling sleepy cities all the way to Spain. The country looked beautiful.

'Oh and Fang, I miss you.'

I voice out loud, hoping that the Fang voice inside my head would hear it. But not to my surprise the voice stayed silent. I sighed and rose up, letting the night sky enfold me and prepare myself for the suffering I know is about to come.