January 27th

Amber's POV

I could see it now in the distance if I looked hard enough. The towers looming above the trees, and tucked away in the corner a little house called Anubis. An overnight flight into London from Singapore and a two hours train ride. And now we're here, the three of us shoved in the back of a small taxi. That's all that's left.

I didn't even notice that taxi had stopped until Patricia had already opened the door and was holding out her hand for me. Fabian was standing behind her.

"Amber come on." Patricia said softly when I didn't make a move to get up.

I thought I would be able. I thought that I could go back. I thought I might be able to heal, even though I knew I didn't deserve to. But now I'm here, the house staring down on my and drowning me in all the memories, I could hardly breathe.

And then I was standing, Patricia having pulled me out the the cab. She started pulling me along towards the house. I kept my gaze firmly fixated on the ground in front of me. I couldn't bare to look at it any longer. If I could, I would break out of Patricia's grasp and run without a moment of hesitation. But I could hardly walk without help, and I knew the moment Patricia let go of me I would simply fall to the ground.

"Where have you all been!?" Someone screamed from the porch. I looked up for a second to see Trudy, who was running down the porch with a phone grasped tightly in her hands.

"Yes! They're here! Ok. Yeah. I'll send them over." She said into the phone. Then she turned to us.

"We've been worried sick! You were supposed to be back over three weeks ago!" Trudy yelled, pulling Fabian and Patricia into a hug as I stumbled out of the way.

"Oh Amber dear, you're limping. Are you ok?" She asked, turning to face me.

I opened my mouth, but couldn't make a sound. I nodded a little, trying to hold back tears. I wanted to leave so badly.

"Mr. Sweet wants to see you in his office right now." Trudy said, looking between the three of us. I'm sure she could tell something was wrong. We didn't look injured. Fabian wasn't really hurt at all, and my jeans covered the prosthetic. Patricia was able to comb all her hair over to hide where it was shaved and didn't have to wear a sling anymore (her shoulder was only dislocated, not broken), but her eyes still told the whole story. And I'm sure mine were even worse. Fabian wouldn't even look up.

"Where are the others?" Trudy asked.

In a split second could see a look of horror flash across Patricia's face, Fabian not taking his eyes off the ground.

But Trudy wasn't paying much attention. "Oh never mind that. I'll send them over when they get here. Go on now. Mr. Sweet needs to see you now." She said, just waving us off.

"Trudy, no one else is co…" Patricia tried to say, but Trudy cut her off. "Not now! Mr. Sweet needs to see you right now! Go on!"