Author's Note: I was a little apprehensive about writing a continuation to this story because I felt like I might ruin it. But here goes!

Chapter 2: Smell.

Two hours. Two hours! I can't wait that long. I must see this woman, this harbinger of such a delicate but strong accented voice. The southern drawl on every other word that tumbles from her lips seem to descend like a rustic leaf falling wistfully from an autumn gripped tree landing with consummate ease on the ground, or in my case my ears. They have never gotten such treatment. Usually I'm treated to boring, dull, lying corporate drone voices but this girl, wow. I don't think my ears deserve such pleasure. But I wouldn't say no to another dose, I swear her voice could cure earaches.

Back to now. Two hours she said until she got off work. She banned me from calling the receptionist desk again. It's not fair, I know where she is but I'm separated by lines and floors. I lie on the floor, my ear to the carpet, hoping maybe my hearing has super-humanly improved due to the telephone conversation earlier trying to hear a whisper of her sweet voice again.

7.58am...7.59am...8.00am

"This is silly."

My eyes wearily re-open with those three words echoing around my head. I look around the room noticing I'm still on the floor. There is no-one else here, so who said that?

As my mind begins to rejuvenate and awaken. The words whizz around gaining faster and louder clarity. 'Silly...silly...Lilly!' the slight drawl on the end of the words throws up only one possible candidate. Miley. I race to the hotel room door flinging it open, praying for a face to match to the voice. But all I see is the other door on the opposite side of the hallway, I look down this long white walled and red carpeted hallway to see nothing but doors and scantily placed plants. No vision of heavenly features to go with the honey based voice from earlier...it seems so long ago now.

Nothing. Nothing but- but, a smell...a scent. It's so light but addicting, less is more it seems with this aroma. I step out into the hallway to bathe myself in this shower of sweet smelling air, but as soon as I do though it begins to linger away. I shut my hotel room door and I run down the hall, maybe I'll pick up this fragrance again. I stop to rethink, what am I do- there's the scent again, I'm standing in front of an entrance to a stairwell. Who would take the stairs when there is an elevator right next to it? Must be keep fit freak...maybe Miley is? Like cos she could be really fit, I mean like ungodly so, strong legs and-and-

"Hey watch it!"

I pull myself from my day dream to see I'm in the way of an old couple, "sorry," I utter a quiet apology as they shuffle past.

"Damn young people, who think they just own the hall." I hear the older gentleman grumble while tidying up his white hair, it looks like a thought bubble clinging onto the back of his head. His wife rolls her eyes and offers me an apologetic look of her own. I just grin and go back to my original hunt.

I turn back to restart my search but the scent has been scuppered and dismembered by the smell of Ben-gay and baby powder...
I wave my hands around in attempt to rid this unwanted smell and bring back the original essence that has captivated my attention. I sniff about trying to detect some whiff of a trail...I feel like a dog hunting down a fox. Ah-ha! I pick up a faint recollection of the initial alluring entity. I begin my descent down the stairwell, I peer over the side to view the long way down, I see at the bottom a faint flicker of a shadow running across and the sound of a door hurryingly closing.

I treat it as nothing and continue my journey. The stairwell is brimming with the odour, it's acting like a huge funnel as the smell swirls around gathering more significance and making it harder and harder not to want to just fall asleep smothered in this scent. It reminds me of warm, sunny beach days under sun too hot to even to buy ice cream without it melting within seconds but you do anyway. The white running ice cream trickles down your fingers onto the cone and you lift it up to catch whatever vanilla droplets fall. That's it! Vanilla!

It seems so obvious now this scent is plain, pure vanilla. Such a smell that releases a vast structure of recollection, it seems to initiate an olfactory flashback of pleasant memories. The warmth and comforting fragrance just unleashes softer and more caring memories of old. Innocent simple pleasures. But this perfume is not like other perfumes, this smells basic, original, untainted. True to the person, not from a bottle. The word plain has lost its true meaning, but it has found it again in this scent. Plain vanilla, as in untouched, pure, in its natural form not dressed or tarted up by some mainstream fragrance. Is this Miley? Does the honey voice have a vanilla smell? What does she look like?

I reach the last step and look up at the seemingly endless steps above noting that time just flew by being enraptured in that body of heavenly smells. I open the stairwell door with the receptionist's desk falling into view...

Author's Note: Review please? Thank you for reading.