Maya took a deep breath and got off the plane. She looked around the terminal and remembered how she felt when she left four years ago. It hurt but she knew it was for the best. LA had been great but New York had always been home. No one knew that she had come. Sure she sent a letter months ago saying she was going to come back but she didn't really have the courage to do it until now. She squeezed her eyes shut and took another deep breath. A hand grabbed her own.

"Ready?" They asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Maya said. "It's time."