Meanwhile, across the pound in New York there was about to be a very unexpected turn of events.

Cherish had got off of work early and Will was working late at the Mart, trading, so she decided to surprise him by preparing one of his favorite meals, a rice dish from her home planet. She was cutting up onion when she heard a knock on the door. She walked over to the door and opened it up, and found a man who she had never seen before. He was the same height as Will with a slim frame, and brown hair, wearing a business suit. "Hello," Cherish said, somewhat apprehensively, unsure of why this man would be here. In her experience when strangers showed up on your doorstep, nothing good came of it.

"Cherish Summers?" The man asked.

"Yeah, that's me," Cherish replied.

"I'm Special Agent Peter Burke, F.B.I." The man held out a badge for her to see, "I need to talk to you about someone I believe you know."

Peter, had, had almost no luck tracking down the girl in the photo. It got to the point where he just showed it around the city. He got several maybes, and ten possible names. One turned out to be a high-school student in Queens, who was rather freaked when he was approached her, and Peter quickly came to the conclusion that it was a case of mistaken identity. He couldn't even find the other nine. So when an elderly woman said she saw the girl coming in out of her neighbors' apartent, he jumped at the lead.

"Can I see that?" Cherish asked, holding out her hand for the badge.

"Sure," Peter said, handing her the badge.

Cherish examined the badge carefully for several minutes. It was legit. Which meant this probably wasn't good. "Come in," Cherish said, not knowing what else to do.

Peter followed her into the apartment. "What's this about?" Cherish asked, turning around to face her.

"I need to know if you've seen this girl." Peter explained, taking a picture out of his pocket and handing it to her.

Cherish was stunned to see it was a picture of Violet. It was grainy and at a bad angle, but Cherish could still tell it was her. But she quickly regained her composure before the agent could even notice she lost it and lied. "Sorry. Never seen her before."

"You sure?" Peter asked, "Because I've been looking all over for this girl and I've got reports of someone matching her description coming in and out of your apartment."

"Sorry, I've never seen her before," Cherish repeated, "Maybe she's a friend of Will's who I don't know."

"Will Parker, your boyfriend?" Peter asked.

"Yes," Cherish said, "We live here together, so there's every possibility that he could have had her over without my knowledge." She really hoped the man was buying what she was selling, but as he looked at her it felt as if he saw right through her.

"You seem pretty calm about it," Peter observed.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Cherish asked.

"Because you just found your live-in boyfriend has been having secret meetings with an attractive blonde in the apparent you share together?" Peter replied, as if it was obvious.

What Peter was implicating actually angered Cherish. "Will wouldn't cheat on me," Cherish said, genuinely upset, "He meets a lot of different people at his job, and sometimes he has them over." It was true. As trader Will did business with all sorts of people. She remembered that when she assisted him on her home planet of Portugal, (no relation to the country of the same name) the thing she loved about it the most was all the people they met.

"And what is his job exactly?" Peter asked.

"Day trader," Cherish answered, regaining her composure. It was only a half lie. Will was a trader, just of actual goods instead of stocks. "What has this girl done exactly?"

"I have reason to believe she's associated with someone I'm looking for," Peter answered, "So I'd like to talk with her about it."

"And who is it exactly that you think he's associated with?" Cherish asked.

"I'm not at liberty to say," Peter answered. He sensed the young woman might still know more than she was telling and he didn't want to give away too much just yet. "Is Mr. Parker here?"

"If he was here don't you think he's be out here by now?" Cherish thought, but out loud she said, "Sorry, no, he's still at work and probably won't be back for a while. Perhaps you should come back latter." Cherish didn't ever want to see this man again, but if it got him out of the apartment, she'd say it.

"Yes, that would probably be best," Peter said.

Cherish walked over to the door and held it open for him. "Goodbye Agent Burke." She said firmly.

"Goodbye, Ms. Summers," Peter said, walking out the door, "Thank you for your time."

Peter was barely out the door before Cherish shut it, and locked it behind her. She knew what she had to do now. She went over to the cabinet where they keep the liquor, pulled down the bottle of whisky and poured herself a glass, while dialing numbers into the phone. "Hello operator?" She said the glass halfway to her lips, "I need to put a call through to Wales..."