Seychelles P.O.V.

The heavy rain outside the airport reflected my current mood, making me even more depressed than usual as I pulled my luggage after me. I was leaving France today; I was going to be taking a job in Italy for a while until I saw fit to return. There wasn't much back in Paris for me anyway…not with her there.

"Artie didn't come I see…" I mumbled, flashing my passport and moving through security quickly. It wasn't really a surprise, seeing as he was probably absorbed with Alfred. Or Jacob. Or Mattie. Or any of his other hundreds of colonies. 'As usual.' Francis couldn't make it either; apparently Rochelle had something important to tell him…I didn't want to interrupt whatever they were talking about after all. Sometimes, I honestly wondered if-

"Last call for AirFrance: Paris to Florence. Last call." I blanched, speeding up. "Oh no, I'm going to be late!" Reaching the bridge, I got in just in time, barely having time to put away my bags before the Seatbelts On sign appeared. Sighing in relief, I collapsed in my seat, ignoring the looks other passengers gave me.

"On plane, check." I murmured, sighing in relief as the pilot's voice came over the intercom. Now, I just have to get to Italy. Maybe I'll finally find what I need there- The feeling of the plane roaring off the runway startled me out of my thoughts, making me shut my eyes tightly.

"Okay…I can make it through the flight…I hope…"

One of the flight staff poked me on the shoulder, shaking me out of my dazed state.

"Miss? Are you okay?" She asked, looking at me with concern. I nodded, sitting up properly.

"Y-Yes, of course." I murmured, rubbing my head. "Could I get a soda water?" She nodded, walking off. She returned shortly with a small cup, passing it to me before walking away. I took a tip, waiting for my stomach to settle. Flights were horrible…scariest thing ever. The only advantage was that it was the fastest way to get there. They made me really sick, especially the departure and landing. It shook way too much for anyone to appreciate it after all. Luckily, the flight only had another half hour till we landed. Which meant another thirty minutes of torture ahead.

"We have arrived in Florence, Italy. Thank you for flying AirFrance." I thanked the staff as I passed, trying to get out the plane as fast as possible and into Florence. The sooner I was out of that plane the better… My phone started ringing as soon as I reached the terminal, making me slow down. Pulling it out, I barely had time to check the ID before answering it.

"Francis?" I asked, pulling the phone away from my ear as a loud burst of French came over it.

"Angelique, you left without telling me!" He complained loudly, though his voice was a bit muffled. I could bet fifty euros that he had a handkerchief between his teeth. "Why didn't you wait for me!"

"You went with Rochelle, remember?" I murmured, sitting down on a bench with a sigh. "I didn't want to hold you up, so I just took a taxi…"

"She only had me for a few minutes." I heard him sigh loudly. "Anyway, you're in Italy now, right?"

I nodded, before remembering he couldn't see me. "Oui, just arrived."

"And when does your job start again?" He asked.

"Tomorrow morning. The bakery opens up pretty early." I replied.

"Okay then. Remember to call me often, okay?" He murmured.

"Of course…So, what did Rochelle want to tell you?" The silence on the other end could have been cut with a knife.

"She…told me she loves me…and wanted to know how I felt." He said after a moment.

"Oh…" I could feel my voice cracking slightly. "A-And what did you say?"

"I said-" My phone beeped, the battery sign on the phone in the red.

"Sorry, I have to go…I'll call you back later." I mumbled.

"Oh…Oui, call you later." I nodded, snapping the phone shut and dropping it into my bag. The lump in my throat wouldn't disappear, making me take several short breaths. Feeling a few tears trickle down my cheeks, I wiped them away quickly, before hurrying out the doors and into the streets of Florence..

A young man watched the girl hurry out the door, a bored look on his face as he adjusted the cell phone near his ear..

"I see her…Yes, she matches the description." He murmured into the phone. "…Don't capture her? What do you mean?" The voice on the other end starting barking immediately, making the man pull the phone from his ear. He put it back after a moment, rolling his eyes. "I thought you wanted me to capture her, just like the others…No, but I'm not into killing a woman…Yes, of course I remember pazzo. I'll kill her, but it won't be easy to cover up….Whatever you say." He snapped his phone shut, shaking his head as he pocketed the device.

"Idiot. Now I'll have to get my hands dirty." He pulled out a knife, fingering the tip. "Let's go find a girl."