Author's Notes: This is the sequel to my story Audacity, and I recommend you read it before this story so you'll know who's who and what's going on. The Remy in this story is the baby Remy and not Elaine's friend Remy, but I'm sure you've already figured that out for yourself.

This is rated Teen for mild violence and sexual scenes and discussion, along with swearing. You have been warned.

Enjoy! Comments, reviews, whatever are appreciated. And here we go again...

Remy was paging through a magazine she'd picked up at random, waiting, with growing impatience, for the plane to land. She didn't like how long it was taking; she was bored and ached for the comfort of a hotel bed, as the seat she was sitting in was rather hard and she wanted to sleep. Venice was a beautiful place, her parents had said, and she wanted to see it more than ever at this one second. Why, she wasn't sure.

She felt a sense of relief when the pilot's - or whoever it was, Remy had never been on a plane before and didn't know how these things worked - voice said that they were landing. Finally. This ride made her a bit sick to her stomach. Several minutes later, she was being pushed out of the door and down the stairs by a group of people getting off of the plane behind her. She stumbled a little, not having gotten her father's gracefulness, but one way or another, managed to get through the airport and onto the boat that would be bringing them all the rest of the way to Venice.

The boat ride seemed to last longer than the plane trip, but Remy didn't really mind. She looked out of the windows at Venice. It was exactly how she'd imagined it and how Elaine and Scipio had described it. A rush of...something flowed through her veins and Remy felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity came to her. The only time she'd ever been there was when she was barely a month or two old in Elaine's stomach, but even so, this place felt so much like home it was surprising.

Upon arriving in Venice, Remy slowly made her way down the street, looking for a vaporetto stop that would bring her to the hotel she was staying at for the next month. She remembered how Elaine had burst into tears at the airport, saying over and over again that she didn't have to leave, but Remy wanted to. She loved her friends and family more than she thought possible, but she was getting tired of her lackluster life. She wanted to do something with it, and going to Venice for her eighteenth birthday present, even if it was a few months late, was the perfect way to start this off.

Finally finding the vaporetto, Remy climbed on and looked around, hoping that she'd get off at the right stop. She did, and suddenly found herself out into the warm night once more. With slight difficulty, she managed, one way or another, to go down the street, luggage and all, without falling over like she usually did. The hotel was, surprisingly enough, not that crowded right now, and she checked in and went up to her room with no problems.

Remy wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep the rest of the night away, but Elaine had told her to call as soon as she arrived at the hotel, and Remy could imagine her now, sitting by the phone with a cup of tea and tapping her foot anxiously, Scipio awkwardly hovering in the background. She loved her parents, but they worried too much about her.

Remy had a bit of trouble calling her house, as it was out of the country, and had to briefly go back down to the lobby again for help. Once back in her room and listening to the phone ring, she twisted a strand of shoulder-length dark brown hair around her finger and yawned. It was late. Very late.

"Hello?" Elaine came from the other end after a minute.

"Hey Mom, it's me."

"Remy! Hi, baby!" blasted Elaine's voice, and Remy had to hold the reciever a few inches away from her ear to avoid getting her eardrums pierced. "How are you? Did the flight go well? Do you like Venice? Did---"

"Everything's fine, Mom. Venice is really nice."

"I know, isn't it? I remember when Scipio and I lived there. There was this one time that---" Remy yawned again and Elaine abruptly interrupted myself. "Oh, baby, I totally forgot how late it is over there. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Has Amelia called and bugged the hell out of you already?" she asked, referring to her best friend of several years.

"Yes, she has. She misses you already. So do I."

"I miss you too, Mom."

"Scipio wants to talk to you now. Good night, sweetie bug. I love you!"

"Love you too," replied Remy, and she heard some movement on the other end. Eventually, Scipio's deep voice came.

"Hey, Remy."

"Hi, Daddy."

"How are you liking Venice so far?"

"It's pretty cool. I like the boats and canals and stuff. Is it true that they dump city waste in the canals?"

"Apparently."

"Well, that's just...pleasant."

Scipio laughed. "I know how you feel." Then his voice became serious. "Remy, promise me that you won't go wandering around the alleys, especially at night. You don't know what kind of weirdos are out there."

Remy rolled her eyes, even though nobody could see her. "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to go around at night shouting 'Hey!' to all the hoboes out here?"

"Remy."

"Okay, I promise."

"Good. Sweet dreams, Remy. I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy." Remy put the reciever back and walked over to her suitcase, digging around for her nightgown, which she soon found. After putting it on and washing off her makeup, she opened the curtains on the window and looked out at Venice. The murky water was reflecting the moonlight as though it were a mirror, and a few boats floated by on it. Barely anyone was out and about, and the ones that were looked like tiny, moving ants. Remy smiled at the view and suddenly felt calm, calmer than she had in a long time. After a few minutes, she reluctantly closed the curtains again and turned off the light in the room. In the darkness, she barely managed to find her bed without crashing into anything, but, after feeling around with her hands, came in contact with something big and soft and lay down on what was hopefully her bed.

It was.

Remy buried her face in her pillow and sighed, only now realizing how tired she was. The long trip had worn her out, and she wasn't looking forward to the way back. But that wouldn't come for another month, Remy reminded herself with a smile. A whole month to have fun in Venice...

With that thought, her eyes forced themselves shut and she fell into a dreamless sleep.

Author's Notes: So? What'd you think? Please leave a review; it'll only take a few seconds. Thanks for reading!