We got off the plane in Santiago early in the morning. I hadn't slept at all, and my makeup from the previous day was smudged all over my face. Jonny picked us up at the airport.

Sleep? Yeah, right. What a novel idea.

"We have a suspected Circle leader," Jonny said and my mind involuntarily flashed to Joe being led away, "and we've been tracking him through the jungle for a while. We know he's been in the city for a couple days, but we've got no idea where." I rubbed my temples.

"Where would you go in Santiago," my mind was already getting ahead of me, "if you were hiding from the CIA?" I thought it over. "Or if you were recruiting!" Sixteen. Joe Solomon was sixteen when he got recruited.

"Does the Chilean government have places like Gallagher or Blackthorne?" Jonny asked, but his eyes were all on Katie.

"Doubtful." I responded. "Well, not doubtful," I reconsidered, "but doubtful we'd be able to find out anything about it, if it does exist."

"We're running on luck here," Kate shook her head. Katharine Norman looked almost distressed, if Kate ever got distressed. If there was one thing I knew Katie hated, it was having things out of her control. Having chance or fate or whatever you call it take the reins was not her idea of a good time.

So we landed at the hotel, but Jonny said he wanted to go somewhere with Kate. So like any good sister/bestie/spy, I decided to follow the two of them. I wondered if they honestly didn't notice, or if they just didn't care. Jonny took Kate's hand as they walked through the city, and I tailed them all the way to a beautiful view on the mountainside.

I blended with the almost-nonexistant crowd better than I thought I would. Sitting on a bench, I watched the back of their heads.

Then Jonathan got down on one knee.

I tried to keep my jaw from dropping as Jonny proposed to one of my best friends in the world. I got up the bench and started walking back to the hotel (it was a long walk for heels! Plus, I wanted to be there when they got back or it would be suspicious.), listening to Kate's excited squeals in the distance.

By the time Kate walked in the door, I was pleasantly situated in the hotel windowsill with a People magazine in my lap, wiggling my freshly-painted pink toenails.

"What are you reading?" She strategically grabbed the magazine in a way that showed off the huge diamond on her hand.

"Kate!" I acted surprised. "What is that?" She squealed and the two of us bounced through the room, for once getting to just act like girls.

"We were at this beautiful vista, where we could see the whole city, as I'm sure you know," I winced. So had she seen me? "And he just got down on one knee… I was so surprised! And it was beautiful! I've been waiting for this for the last four years!"

"You've known Jonny that long?" I was actually halfway surprised.

Rachel walked into my dorm.

"Nice to see you, sis," I didn't even look up from my Seventeen. Kate sat up in her bed across from mine.

"I think Rach has something she wants to show you, Abby," Kate looked shocked. Before I could look up all the way, I noticed the glint. My jaw dropped. I hardly knew what to say. Rachel nodded.

"You… so… Matt…" I fumbled for words. Rachel's smile was infectious.

"That's so great, Rachel!" Kate exclaimed. "What was it like?"

"It was…" Rachel almost laughed out loud, "Well, very career-appropriate."

"Details!" Lia insisted. My three roommates had become three new baby sisters for Rachel.

"We were flying over Spain and we had to dive out of the plane over Andorra La Vella," she started, "And we landed on the ground, and he just… got down on one knee."

"Oh my god," Kate had a dreamy look in her eyes, "If I weren't destined to be a spy, I'd love to be a wedding planner. I can't believe Rachel Cameron is getting married!"

"Congratulations," I finally found my words. It felt insincere. I didn't know why I wasn't as excited about at as my friends. Maybe because it felt like 'Rachel is getting married… wow, we're really not kids anymore!', like our childhood and Gallagher years had gone too fast and there was no way to get that time back and the world was real now. I didn't like to live in the real world.

I guess I still don't live in the real world.

"Hey, do you remember how Matt proposed to my sister, way back when?" I asked Kate. Kate's eyes went misty.

"Yeah," she said, "I do. Matt."

"We should go skydiving!" I grinned.

"Why?" She gave me a look.

"Celebration," I said simply, waltzing out of the room to contact somebody who owned a plane, "It'll be fun! I promise!" Four hours later, Kate and I were in a plane. Jonny hadn't come. Skydiving was our girls' celebration.

"And you'll be the maid of honor?" Kate shouted over the sound of the engines. I fearfully shook my head.

"Jana's much better at organizing!" I yelled back. "I'll be a bridesmaid, but maid of honor?" I grinned. "No offense, but you know me and responsibility!" I couldn't hear Kate's laugh, but I could see it there.

"3… 2…" We jumped on two, waving goodbye to the pilot as we sailed towards the earth.

I loved the rush. I couldn't hear anything other than wind rushing past my ears. I live for rushes.