(A/N): Hey! Wrote another chapter. Shorter than the last I think. Oh well. I just can't seem to make things long!! I try to be very descriptive (or as much as I can without going over the top), I try to pace myself inserting character's and thoughts but I just can't seem to do it!! Suggestions for fillers would be highly appreciated.

"Susannah," Llew's steady voice echoed followed with a light nudge to the seemingly lifeless form curled up in a blanket on the couch, "Susannah wake up."

Susan moaned and unwillingly opened her eyes to adjust to the pale light that flooded the sizable apartment. "What is it, Lewis?" Llew, squatted next to her, wincing at the use of his former name, but excused it due to her state of somnolence. They didn't get back to the apartment until well in the night, and he could not blame her for being so tired.

"I want to go for a walk" he said simply and made for the door.

"Wait," Susan dragged herself out of her warm haven and slipped her sandals on. "I'll come with you," she said with an approving nod from Llew.

They stepped out of the building onto the campus grounds. The chill of the morning predicted a windy and crisp day with clouds to overshadow Oxford. The pair strolled down the sidewalks lining the shops and dormitories. Eventually they turned into a desolate park, which only produced a few morning joggers, some with their finely bred dogs panting beside them. Llew and Susan stopped to sit on a chipping bench that stood off the cobble stone path.

There they sat in silence as the world arose from its long night. Feeling no need to break the talking fast, Susan just sat their observing the shadowy trees, rustling in the breeze but most of all, she observed the concentrated look frozen on Llew's face.

"I just," he began softly, "I just wish I could embrace Goewyn one more time. I wish I could see my son become a man. I wish I could build up my kingdom; my people to be worthy of honor." He lowered his eyes to stare deeply into the muddled grass, "I wish I wasn't here."

Susan nodded. "He shouldn't be here," she thought to herself, "Oh, why had he been taken away from his home? His real home." Before she could stifle it, a tear came creeping from her eye, which released what seemed a flood of feelings. She buried her face in her hands and wept openly. She wept for Simon, and how he would abuse their relationship, she wept for herself, but for the most part she wept for Llew.

A strong arm soon caressed her shaking shoulders in a congenial embrace. Without words, Llew shed his lonely tears with her, both not caring who passed by or what they thought, for it was a time for mourning. A time that should be undisturbed until the sorrow had run it's course.

Somehow Susannah found herself and Llew walking back to his apartment almost mechanically. On the way there Susan suggested they stop by at a café to get a bite to eat due to her rumbling stomach crying out for food.

The first café they saw was an Internet café, with the smell of fresh baked pastries and bagels diffusing out through the open door. They seated themselves at a table, ordered food and coffee. A waitress brought their food along with a resentful expression revealing she didn't like to work the early shifts.

"I haven't had a bagel in eight years." Llew said as he was munching on his breakfast.

"Eight years?" Susan exclaimed, "Not eight years, surely. More like 6 months."

"It was eight years in Albion," he retorted , "Time quickens in Albion at an unusual rate. For, really, it has no rate."

"Oh," Susan cooed in simple defeat, "You certainly do not look eight years older. You look…different, but not older."

Llew nodded his head and went into one of his trances when he was deep in thought. He was still so distant, and Susan wanted to help him so much. She wished she could take all of his sorrows upon herself so he wouldn't feel the pain; even it was for a moment. But his pain, she assessed, was the only thing that connected him with Albion; the pain was merely just a mirror of his memories.

Susan peered into Llew's distracted hazelnut colored eyes as he sipped his steaming black coffee with a squint of distaste. The waitress seemed a little taken aback when he asked her if the had any sweet mead.

Finally Susan opened her mouth to speak, "How would you like to take a trip to Scotland?"

"What?" Llew seemed surprised more than confused, though. "You sound like Simon," he muttered his words dripping with disdain.

His darkly sarcastic remark hurt Susan deeply. It angered her that he would compare her with that monster. She had showed him nothing but kindness and concern since he came back. But she disregarded his remark since she perceived that it was made also in anger towards Simon.

"I did not mean it like that, Llew and you know it," she chided. "I thought you might want to go there. As a matter of honoring the past and to remembering it with the highest regard."

"When would we leave?" he answered as if the deal was sealed. All that was left for him was the "when."

"We leave today if you want. Let's see…we can be there by morning if we leave before seven and don't make too many stops..."

"Okay then. Let's leave. Today." The strange thing was, Llew surprisingly almost seemed anxious to return to the place where it all began.

(A/N): A little constructive criticism PLEASE!! Alas I believe it is hopeless. To anyone how is reading this, how did you like it? It was strange, when I was writing this chapter I repeatedly found myself unconsciencely writing in Susannah's first person POV. I liked the way it sounded, but now it's too late to fix. It makes me sad:'(