Prologue

The Beginning

To live is so startling, it leaves little time for anything else.

- Emily Dickinson

Emily looked around her small London apartment, it was simple, a two bedroom, two bath apartment. The last month or so it had been quite full and even with just Morgan and Garcia staying with her, she'd needed the pullout couch. She smiled to herself, they'd only been gone three weeks and she'd already put the apartment back together.

She sat down on her couch and sipped her tea. Despite the fact that her stomach was churning and she was probably coming down with the flue she was happy. Sure she'd missed Morgan and Garcia but she was definitely happy that she didn't have to worry about seeing Morgan in the shower , not that she minded, the one time she did walk in on him it turned out quite well.

She sighed rubbing her stomach and glanced over at her clock. She froze, no, no it couldn't be the 27th. There was no way it was, she quickly checked her phone and her horrors were confirmed. The 27th, she put her head in her hands, why? Why hadn't she started it yet? It always started on the 24th. She felt it was impossible but still went down to the shop on the corner.

Thirty minutes later she was in the bathroom waiting, she found herself checking her watch every five seconds. She paced, she washed her hands a dozen times and she still had three minutes left. Finally the five minutes were up and she picked up the white plastic stick and stared at it intensely.

It took four seconds for her world to collapse again.