Author's note: Hey all! I've decided to revisit this story after having removed it a while back. I"m currently editting and writing additional chapters. Maybe I'll actually be able to finish it this time! Who knows? I am going to continue For Life and Love, though I'm not really liking a couple of aspects of it. I'm not completely abandoning it yet, I'm going to see if I can salvage it into something that I'll like writing. ~C.A.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. This story is purely for entertainment purposes.

Chapter One

She never wanted to leave, but something inside told her that going back home was the right thing to do. A small piece of her eats away at her for not staying but that is overcome by her success.

Hitomi Kanzaki, now 23, had graduated from university and was now a highly successful wedding planner. She was the besting her firm and all the weddings she had ever done had gone off without a hitch, even though some of the actual marriages were a flop. She hoped one day she would end up planning her own wedding.

So now here she was, overlooking one of the biggest weddings of her career. She was actually kind of excited because this was hopefully going to be the one that would make her a partner in the firm.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest had just finished the ceremony, and now it was off to the reception.

Hitomi looked at her ever-present clipboard. "Okay everyone, time to get over to the banquet hall." She looked over it again, "And someone make sure the photographers are on time this time. I don't want another Molson-Kennedy Wedding disaster!" She heard a chorus of, `Yes,' then jumped into her car to head over to the hall.

Hitomi unlocked the door to her apartment. She threw her purse onto the coffee table in front of the T.V., and then headed down the hall to her bedroom. She began undressing, and put on a pair of track pants and an old t-shirt.

She was about to walk back out to the living room when she stopped in front of her dresser. Without even thinking her hand went towards the far right-hand drawer. She opened it and pulled out a mahogany box, inside were her tarot cards. For years she had fought the erg to take them out and use them.

`Why now?" she asked herself. `Why do I feel a strong pull towards then now?'

She picked up the deck in her hands. It felt familiar; she could feel the power of them again. Unconsciously she touched the up card and turned it over to see what it was. The Lovers. As she looked at it memories of Gaea and Van came back to her. She put the card back with the deck, but she did not put it back into the box. She walked over to the bed and placed the tarot deck under her pillow, and went to bed. Her dreams filled with memories from when she was fifteen.

Heading down the midday traffic, Hitomi was in a hurry. She had woken-up later than usual and was now late for a meeting with some new clients. She pulled her red Honda Civic in front of the building, grabbed her bag full of books of samples and flower arrangements, and was about to open to get out of the car when a vision came.

She saw another car hit hers and blow up in a furry of fire. She caught her breath, and was about to continue leaving her car when something hit her from behind. She knew her vision was coming true.

`Please. I don't want to die yet,' she prayed, `let me see him again.'

Witnesses to the accident told police that as the red Honda blew up they saw a column of blue light touch down and disappear just as fast. Authorities dismissed it as an illusion, or they just saw blue flame. They all had no clue that the reason they had not a body was because she was now on another planet.