For the third night in a row, I woke up screaming. I'd like to imagine that it's a mystery what was waking me up. I'd like to imagine that this is the story of how I discovered a new evil in the world and conquered it. But it's not. This is the story of my life after Will died. After I left my family and after I left my friends.

Because Will was dead. He was never coming back. I still couldn't believe it. Will, my Will, was no longer with me. I don't think it's fully hit me yet. Sometimes I'm still surprised to wake up alone in bed. That's when it is at it's worst. Because I know he's gone.

So I scream until I feel better.

Magnus bursts into my room a little after I start screaming. He puts his arms around me as I sob into his shirt. We stay like that, him cradling me as I remember my past life, until the sun shines though the windows of our apartment building.

Finally, he speaks. "This has gone on long enough," He gets up and stretches in the sunlight. Sometimes I believe that not only are his eyes feline, but his habits are to. I doubt any normal human stretches as much as he does.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"The screaming. Your past life is over," he turns around and looks me straight in the eyes. "You chose to run away. You chose to leave them all behind," he walks toward my bed. "Unless, you want to go back now."

I fight the urge to slap the smirk off his face. "You know very well why I left. I already watched Will die. I couldn't bare to watch my children die too."

"The more you think about it, the harder it'll be to move on," he grabs me by the shoulders. "Your children will die. Your grandchildren will die. Your great-grandchildren will die. Everyone on this planet will die. We are some of the lucky few who don't have to."

"How are we lucky?!" I holler as I shake off his hands. I walk over to the window. We are back in New York, my home town. It changed a lot in the time I was gone. Carriages got replaced by cars and the dresses became much shorter. I wasn't able to enjoy the view in front of me. Not when I was stricken with dread and sadness. "How are lucky?" I repeat. "We only live forever in the fear of what might lie beyond. We could commit suicide at any moment and die as any normal persons will."

"You won't do it." he says. I can't see his face yet I can hear the smile in his tone.

"And now do you know that?" I asked defensively.

"One word, or rather, one name, " My heart drops because I know what he's going to say. "Jem. You would't leave Jem now would you?"

I scowl and turn to look at Magnus. "Of course not!"

"When did you last see him?"

"Three months ago."

Magnus smiles. "We'll then, we have 9 months."

"9 months?" I frown, "For what?"

"For a trip my dear Tessa," he stands up and walks out door. I'm frozen in shock. A trip? Now? What good would a trip do? I was back in my home, why should I leave? I look around my room. The room suddenly looked very barren. The white walls and the dark hardwood floors looked very picturesque, like something you would find in those modern living magazines. It didn't look very comforting though. It took me less than a moment to realize that this wasn't my home. My city had changed. I frowned and sat on my bed.

Magnus poked his head in. "Tessa, it's 1957. Time to get up and get a life," he threw a suitcase at me. When I say at me, I mean literally at me. I dodged not to get hit in the face. "Get packing Tess."