Sylvia shuddered. He was exactly as she remembered him. The high cheekbones, the dark red eyes, the black hair cut at just the borderline of being long. The muscled body of a fierce fighter. Not a thing had changed, and Sylvia feared his personality would have remained the same as well.

Early the next morning, she was released from the hospital. She had been given leave from her classes for the day, dur to her continuing 'recovery.' Sylvia knew she was a fit as could be, but didn't argue. She didn't want to be stuck in class when Caleb was running free on the school grounds.

He was flawless at hiding. So, instead of searching for him, Sylvia took the picture book she' gotten for her birthday, and went down by the lake.

She opened it to the first page and stared at her mother's face. She silky brown hair, the soft brown eyes, and beautiful smile. It all seemed to stab at Sylvia's chest. Tears flowed down her face silently, as she thought of how her mother had died.

Two words and she was on the ground, never to move again. Sylvia wiped off the tears and turned the page. It was her father. He wasn't smiling. He was leaning over a cauldron in his laboratory. Silvery blue vapours rose from the mixture as she stirred. His laboratory had been his life.

Experiments, and potions, and spells… that was all he ever cared about. Sylvia suddenly felt sick at the thought of him, and turned the page. It was another picture of her mother. This time, with a baby girl in her arms. Sylvia.

Sylvia's heart stopped. Her throat clogged up, and her eyes watered. Here, her mother had loved her. Before she's grown up into a monster. Before everything she never wanted to happen occurred. When she was just Primrose's baby girl. Her child and love.

'I see you like your present.' Sylvia snapped the book shut, and spun around.

'You sent it?' Her eyes widened.

'Of course. Who else do you think would go back to that retched place?' Caleb asked, shredding a leave to pieces as he walked forward.

'How did you know it was my birthday?'

'After knowing you for 8 years you think I didn't know what day your birthday was on? You were like a little sister.'

'Oh yeah I suppose that's why you helped Kyle.'

A spasm of pain flashed across Caleb's handsome face.

'I didn't want to do it. He told me it was fine. I was young and idiotic. You're not still holding that against me, are you?' He reached forward and touched her chin. She jerked her face out of his grasp.

'Don't you dare touch me. Trust is not given. Especially when you've lost it.' She spat at him.

'You've changed.' He said, surprised.

'Of course I changed! Did you really expect a young, innocent, young girl, Caleb? After all that Kyle put me through? And then when him and Primrose died?' She choked on her mother's name, 'I had to hide from the Ministry for years. It changes you, Caleb.'

They walked over to the edge of the lake, and sat down.

Caleb kicked his high tops off as he let his feet just barely touch the water. Sylvia just sat and watched the lapping ripples from the wind.

'And so you're mad at the world. Afraid of everyone? Don't you trust anything? Anything at all?'

'No. Every time I gave my trust, it was destroyed. Destroyed! Unfortunately I have to trust you.'

'Why's that?'

'You know why. Norman contacted you, didn't he? He told you that some teen want to know about my past? What I've been through?'

'Actually, he didn't tell me that. He said that you wanted me.'

'Me?! Why would I want you?'

'I was surprised, but I figured it had something to do with your parents or something, so I came. And here I am and it turns out Norman lied to me. So what is it that I'm here for again?'

'Four teens. Edward and Oliver Frost, Kayla Sebastian, and Felix Divinity-I call them the Cult- they're determined to know about what I've done, who I was and all that. I won't tell them, so they wanted you so they could get their answers.'

'Oh. Wow. That'll be fun… going through it all. From my point of view.'

'I figured you'd tell them.' Sylvia said, pushing her right sleeve up, tracing her wrist vein calmly.

'Well if I'm going to have the name, I might as well play the game.' Caleb said, smirking.

'And you wanted my trust…' Sylvia shook her head in disgust.

'You mean I can earn your trust if I don't?' Caleb said, watching her.

'Yes. But I figured that wouldn't be enough. So I'll add something else too.'

'What?'

'What do you think, Caleb?' He watched her, tracing her wrist vein with a finger. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and his red eyes widened in response as the realization hit him.