The flight was long, and Veronica was nervous. She couldn't stop jotting down words, ideas on the back of a napkin she had gotten from the flight attendant who was passing out drinks. If Clarence wouldn't help her, she needed to make a new plan. She knew that she was going to have to tell her dad, and maybe even Vinnie about what had happened, how Logan punched Gory, and then Gory threatened him and most importantly, about she had heard on his confession tape for the Castle. She knew that she would have better luck with Vinnie believing her, than she would if Lamb were still alive.

"Coming or going?" The woman seated next to her asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Excuse me?" Veronica asked, looking over at her. She didn't look much older and Veronica herself. She knew that she was still in college, by the university sweatshirt she was wearing.

"Are you headed home, or leaving home?" she asked, pushing her glasses up her nose a little.

"Going." Veronica tried to give her a small smile but it was hard to fake emotions with all the thoughts filling her head. "What about you?" It wasn't in her nature to be rude to someone that didn't deserve it.

"Both." The girl laughed. "I grew up in California, but my family moved about six years ago. I fly back and spend the summer with my grandparents, so I guess it depends on how you look at it."

"Oh." Veronica said, looking back down at her paper.

"So why are you going home?" the girl asked after a long pause. "You got to college in California, shouldn't you be enjoying your summer?"

"How'd you know?" Veronica asked, looking down at what she was wearing. Nothing about her screamed college student. She was dressed for a day at the F.B.I., still in her pant suit, with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail.

"Hearst pen." She said pointing to the pen Veronica had dug out of her bag. "My best friend's brother goes there. Small world, I know." She laughed again.

Veronica sighed, looking at the pen, it was one that she had gotten from Piz. It was in that moment that she realized she hadn't even let her boyfriend know she was leaving. They had plans to meet up over the weekend, he was going to come down and see her for a day. Now he's be showing up to an empty room, with no sign of her in sight. She had no idea how'd she even start to explain her actions to him.

Hey Piz, Logan's missing, so I'm dropping everything I worked for to come home and wait for him to show up. Sorry I didn't tell you when I found out.

She knew that wouldn't work, that would crush his heart, and that wasn't what she wanted to do. She liked Piz, a lot. She liked that she could trust him, that he hadn't hurt her, and she mostly liked the way she felt when his whole face would change the second he saw her. It was good to have that, he was the opposite of Logan, and that's what she had needed.

With Logan there was always something coming between them, always something they could allow to push them apart. Whether it be his careless behavior, his night with her sworn enemy, or her lack of trust, it was always there between them. They had so much history and baggage together that it made it hard. With Piz it was easy; it was nice, and predictable.

But she knew that coming home was going to add fuel to the fire that was already burning between them. Before they had left, Parker had cried on Piz's shoulder, and Piz took her woes back to Veronica, who in return didn't take well to the idea of Logan still being in love with her, let alone her being in love with him. They fought about it, a lot those last few days in Neptune. But she had hoped that with some time and distance between them they would be seeing things more clearly, which wasn't the case in point now.

She knew that she was going to have to think of what to say to Piz, and she was finally grateful for the long flight she was on, because it gave her time to focus on something other than Logan and Gory Sorokin.