The next day at breakfast I could barely look at Ian without blushing deeply at the memory of what we'd discussed the night before, and the events that followed. I sat picking at a bread roll, too self-conscious to really eat. Others had noticed my preoccupation and I tried not to be rude, but I didn't really feel like talking to anyone at the moment. Ian kept glancing over at me, concerned; when he thought I wasn't looking.

Eventually, surprisingly, it was quiet Sunny that snapped me out of my mood.

"Wanda… I was wondering, if you don't mind, could we maybe talk in private if you're finished eating?"

I looked up at her, replying quickly, "Of course Sunny!" Both Ian and Kyle stared at us in surprise. Sunny rarely left Kyle's side.

I gave Ian a quick kiss on the cheek, and he whispered in my ear quietly, his breath tickling the side of my face, causing me to giggle childishly.

"I love you my Wanderer."

"I love you my Ian" I breathed back.

As Sunny and I wandered towards the main field, I couldn't help but worry about what Sunny wanted to talk about.

"Thank you for coming with me, I, I was just hoping, that maybe you could help me with something." She asked. "But only if you want to!" She hastened to add.

"I'll certainly try to help."

"Well it's just that I promised Kyle when I was put back into this body that I would carry on searching for Jodi, but so far I can't find any trace that she's still here. And you shared your body, Mel's body, with her, and I was wondering if you could help me to look for her in my head." Sunny looked so sad as she said this that I slipped my small arm around her shoulders to comfort her. I could imagine what was running through her mind.

"Oh Sunny don't be sad, even if you do find her Kyle won't let anyone get rid of you, he loves you too you know. Anyone could see it from the way he looks at you."

These were almost the same words that Mel had said to me about Ian yesterday, and I had never noticed how he looked at me. There was a word for this situation. Ironic. Pet's memories brought the word to the surface of my mind. I hadn't noticed how Ian looked at me, but everyone else did. Sunny didn't notice how Kyle looked at her, but even I had noticed how protective of her he was, like a fierce dog protecting a kitten. He was always casually touching her in some way or another, holding hands, an arm around her waist, a hand on her back guiding her as she walked.

The corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly. "You really think so?"

"I do." I smiled to reassure her. "And as for Jodi, just keep looking in your memories you share, something might bring her back, even try calling her name a few times, but it's more than likely that she's just been wiped out of her body as most hosts are."

"Okay." Came her soft, yet determined reply.

I went to leave to shovels to work the soil of the fields, but Sunny stopped me with a light touch on my arm.

"I hope you don't mind me prying, but are things okay between you and Ian?"

My body froze in response.

"I'm sorry", Sunny apologised, blushing deeply, "That was rude of me to ask."

"No, no not at all. You can always ask me anything. We just… had a serious talk last night about our relationship. And…" I blushed again at the memory of his hands scalding my skin.

Sunny smiled a playful smile. "And the two of you had a nice night?" She asked innocently.

"It wasn't quite like that." I was embarrassed.

"I'm sorry." She apologised again. This time I didn't correct her.

The next few days in the caves blurred into one, nothing much happened. Sunny had had no hints that Jodi was still with her, Mel was still under the weather, and mine and Ian's nights in bed had progressed no further than that first time.

Finally something broke the routine.

One early morning whilst I dozed on and off in Ian's arms, my head nestled into his chest, I heard a soft knock on the doors to our room, not loud enough to wake me if I hadn't already been awake.

"Wanda?" whispered a voice I recognised better than my own.

"Mel?" I whispered back, "Come in, what's wrong?"

I heard a soft creak as Mel lifted one of the doors out of the way and slid into the room. She glanced down at where Ian and I lay, our limbs tangled together. Ian was still fast asleep. As I scanned her face for some clue as to what this early morning visit was about, I noticed tears glistening in her eyes. Putting a finger to my lips, I snuck out from Ian's grasp and pulling Mel with me left the room and walked to the end of the corridor where we'd have more privacy.

"What's wrong?" I asked, slightly high pitched from panic now that there was no risk of waking the people around us.

"Oh Wanda," she wept, "there's something really wrong with me. I've been exhausted for days, and I've been getting blinding headaches, and I've been sick every day this week. I went to see Doc this morning when I woke up and there were dark spots in front of my eyes. He thinks… he thinks I have"

She choked on a sob, unable to say anymore.

My mind went into overdrive as my arms instinctively went around her, her head rested on my shoulder, tears streaming down her face, and my own tears threatening to fall.

What if we need special treatments that only the souls have? Will we be able to get what we need? What if it's something we can't treat?

The tears now splashed down my own face, as I squeezed her tighter.

"Mel, Mel, Mel, Mel, Mel. It'll be okay, everything's going to be fine. We'll get you medicine." I stroked her hair, a gesture which would be funny considering our height difference, if the situation wasn't so serious. I hoped my words were true, I hoped it would be okay.

Finally Mel was able to choke out the words she'd been struggling with.

"He thinks I have a brain tumour."