The red digital numbers were the first and last things Derek Morgan looked at every day since Emily moved to London. He would always calculate what time it was in London , and where Emily might be. All the promises of video chatting , phone calls , and emails were washed away due to their hectic work schedule. He shook his head , thinking they would be able to talk a lot was naive . She ran the London INTERPOL office, and he was part of a team that almost never got time off. As he set his alarm for the next morning , he let his thoughts drift to his Princess.
Bright sun rays stream into Emily's bedroom on a Wednesday morning in London. With a quick glance at her digital alarm clock , Emily speeds into her daily routine. Emily's mind wanders to the previous nights dream. It had been such a great dream , and an extreme improvement to her nightmares about Doyle. Ever since she moved to London her dreams had been filled with images of Derek, which only made her miss Derek more. Emily needed to plan a trip back to Virginia to see her old team , and tell Derek a few things. That would have to wait , because she had a busy day ahead.