A.N: Sorry this took longer than usual, but here's the next chapter. It's not much, just a bit of waffle, but please stick with it even if this is a bit boring, it's just kind of setting the scene, background stuff y'know. All the same, I'd love if you left a review for my waffle and let me know what you think!

We had hired a car from the airport for our trip, and were currently speeding along the motorway to meet up with my landlord. We had decided to stay in my flat while we were here to save a bit of money, so he was meeting us there. I sung along with the crappy chart songs on the radio I had insisted listening to, much to Victor's delight. I was quite happy to be back in England, as my mood was reflecting. Of course it was raining, but for once in my life I didn't care – it was English, good old very English rain and it was glorious.

45 minutes later, we pulled up outside my flat near the centre of London. There were no parking spaces, and I could see my landlord waiting so I hopped out to deal with him while Victor looked for a place to park.

"Mr Trevalyn, thanks for meeting me!" I said shaking his hand. Since Victor had settled my rent payments and dealt so efficiently with him over the phone, Mr Trevalyn was now our best friend.

"Miss Abdali. Welcome home, albeit for a short period. I presume you and Mr Benedict are staying here for the duration of your stay?"

"Yes, we are. Just until I can clear everything out."

"I'll leave this key with you then," he said handed it to me along with a few pieces of paper. "Just an inventory checklist, so you know what came with the flat when you moved in, I know it was a while. And there's a document to sign confirming you're moving out, you can just give that in when you hand the keys back. If you need anything else, just give me a bell." He finished as Victor came around the corner swinging the car keys absently in his hand as he approached.

"You must be Mr Benedict?" Trevalyn said as he offered his hand to Victor.

"Yes, good to finally meet you in person Mr Trevalyn." He said without a hint of a smile. My landlord was receiving intimidating Victor it would seem, and it was obvious who was top dog here even after this smallest of interactions between the two.

"Likewise Mr Benedict. Anyway I must get going. Busy man. Give me a ring when you leave, Soraya." And with that he walked off down the street.

"I like him more and more every time I talk to him." Victor said matter of factly as he watched Mr Trevalyn disappear down the road.

"My my. Victor Benedict does sarcasm. Where's my camera?" I mocked, patting my pockets looking for my imaginary camera.

"Very funny. Shall we?" He said changing the subject and opening the gate into my flats block.

My flat was just as I had left it four months ago, but now included a mountain of mail on my doorstep. Groaning, I bent down as the pile was spread out by the door opening, to pick it up. There was loads of it, I would have to sort through it all. At least all my bills had been on direct debits so I hadn't missed payments on my electricity or water, or my phone bills. What little food I'd left in the fridge was more than off – I quickly dispatched Victor with a bag to the wheelie bin outside. When he came back in, I set him the job of packing up my books into boxes, to be taken to the charity shop while I sorted through my mail. I had picked put my favourites, which would be coming back with us. The rest I could deal without.

I dealt with the most important letters, mainly ones from the banks which allowed me to cancel all my cards as I would take out an American account as soon as I got settled there. Surprisingly the majority of the rest was junk mail, which could be binned. By the time I had finished it was past 8 pm our time, and although we weren't tired due to the time change we knew we had to sleep at a normal time. Having no food in, we walked down the road and ordered from my favourite Chinese to take home.

The next morning, I packed Victor off to the supermarket with a list and tasked him with restocking my fridge for the week. While he was gone, I demolished my wardrobe, shoving all my clothes into the two suitcases Victor and I had brought with us. It was so nice to see some of my own clothes instead of the new, unfamiliar ones I'd bought in America. It took me forever to sort it all out – I basically wanted all of my clothes to come with me which it soon became evident wasn't going to happen! I was attempting to wrestle my last pair of shoes into the tiniest gap in the case when Victor poked his head around the door having returned from the shop.

"Err, hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm not sure they're gonna fit baby!" He said skeptically.

"Nearly…. Got em…." I panted as they finally slotted into place. Sitting back on my heels, I looked up triumphantly, and blew a loose piece of my fringe from my face with a puff.

"Case nil, Soraya 1." Victor said with a smile. "I got us some lunch, you hungry?" He said retreating out of the room.

"Starving!" I said jumping up to race through to the kitchen after him.

After lunch, Victor and I hopped on the tube to travel to the passport office and American embassy for my appointments. Victor was accompanying me to ensure there were no problems – as he'd used his contacts to rush through my applications and prioritise me, he wanted to check there was no confusion. I was grateful for the company, as we arrived early for my passport interview and had to sit for 20 minutes. However once in, my new passport was secured and I was good to go. Trust Victor to have the two appointments arranged so precisely, as we were no sooner out of the passport office and off to the embassy for a perfectly timed arrival. Securing my visa had been a handful for Victor, but as he was vouching for me and was such a credible man, they soon gave me one and I was free to return and live with Victor in the U.S. We went into a nearby cocktail bar for a celebratory drink after we were finished, which I managed to persuade him to let me pay for as a small thank you for all his hard work getting the visa. He spewed some gush about me living with him was thanks enough, but I preferred a more solid thanks, even something as small as a drink.

Now all that was left to sort was the Net and my flat. I planned to go to the Net the next day, on my own while Victor took care of some work – his British associates had heard about his trip and insisted he looked over some cases for them. So the plan was I would get back and try and finish up with my packing so all going to plan, we could fly out the next day as we wanted to.