I dreamt of Cammie. We were walking along the streets of Roseville hand in hand, not talking but not an awkward silence either. It was just the two of us, alone. And we were in love. I could feel it radiating off of her and I felt it inside me, stronger than ever. She leaned towards me a gave me a kiss, her breath warm against my cheek and I felt like I was floating.

When I finally woke up, someone was sponging my forehead with a damp cloth. I was in a warm room, tucked into the most delicious bed I'd ever slept in. Of course, it helps that I hadn't technically slept in a bed in a while. I opened my eyes to find Abigail next to me. I smiled up at her.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty" she said and I laughed.

"Can't laugh- hurts." I stumbled on my words. "I feel better though."

"Yeah, well, you've been out for two days. But your fever finally broke. What the heck were you doing in the bottom of the ravine?"

"I.. well... um... I might have jumped out of a moving train." I said, forgetting Abigial didn't know about my special abilities. "Uh.. I mean-"

She looked at me. "Zach. I need to tell you something."

I looked around the room startled. "What is it?"

She bit her lip and closed the door.

"Well, I've been taking care of you the last couple days, and you've been having weird dreams and hallucinations. But also... you've been talking in your sleep." she said. "And... well... you said something about being an um.. spy. And that would explain a lot. But I get if you can't tell me, so just don't respond. I don't even know why I brought it up, honestly, I'm so-"

"Abigail." I said "It's true. I'm a spy." I said, wincing. I wasn't used to telling the truth.

She nodded. She wasn't surprised. I was merely confirming what she already knew. I wasn't normal.

"So. Cammie and Macey they-" she began

"Yes." I said. "When I told you I met Cammie in D.C, that was only part of the truth. I met her on a CoveOps assignment. And then my school did an exchange with her school."

"The Gallagher Academy?" she asked

"Yes."

"So the girls who go there aren't snotty heiresses... they're.."

"Spies." I finished. "They're all lethal in fighting and have genius IQ's and can speak 14 different languages. They're able to hack into the CIA for credit and they're far better at pretending to other people."

She was speechless.

"It's a lot to take in, I know. But you can never let anyone know the truth, about me, about the Gallagher Academy. About anything I've said. And everything I'm going to tell you." I said

"There's more?"

"Of course. I left school this year. My mom's apart of the circle of cavan, an ancient society that most people don't even realize exist. But they do. And they're after Cammie."

"Why do they want her?" she asked

"Well, that's partially my fault. Actually it's entirely my fault."

She raised her eyebrows. "You mean to tell me that you set an entire terrorist organization onto the girl you love?"

"Well, when you put it like that... uhm. Yes." I launched into the tale of what had happened in Rome, my semester at the Gallagher Academy. The time I spent with my mother. I told her everything, and it felt good to be able to tell somebody. But I was also afraid.

"Abigail" I said. "I shouldn't have told you that. I think I'm still delirious from the fever I-"

"Don't worry. I did a bug sweep of the room. " She raised her eyebrows "I knew that befriending you after you left my increase some risks so I-"

"Where's you learn to do that?" I asked, amazed.

"The head of my dad's security showed me... but don't worry. No one except the helicopter driver knows you're here. And I paid him off to keep quiet. Not to mention made him sign a stack of NDA's. You're safe. I was even able to disable all of the security cameras when him and I carried you up here."

"Wow." I said. "Well... thank you."

"It's no issue. I'd do it for any of my friends." she paused "not that any of my friends would be as ah... interesting as you are."

"That's a word for it." I said. "but still... me being here increases so many risks for you. I can't stay for long."

"Of course." She said getting up. "I'll be right back."

"Okay." I nodded, closing my eyes. I was still so weak... so tired.

When she came back she was holding a bowl of the most delicious thing I've ever smelled. I woke up immediately.

"Here you go, sleepy head. Some of my chef's home-made chicken noodle soup." She placed the bowl on the table and helped me prop myself up on some pillows. She dragged a chair over and lifted the spoon up to my mouth. I opened it obediently and she spoon fed me the soup. It was amazing.

"This is the best soup I've ever tasted" I declared

She smiled. "I knew you would like it. It's my favorite when I'm sick too." She gave me another mouthful. "So, how was it like to see Cammie again?"

I thought about it. "Well... I was mad at her for being there in the first place. And she was mad because I couldn't tell her. Not that she knew that" I added with a glance at Abigail "But... I just couldn't bring myself to tell her. I don't want her to look at me how everyone else looks at me. I want her to see me, not my mom."

She nodded. "I feel like that about my parents sometimes too. They're... well... you've seen them. But I'm just me." She shook her head. "But yours is way worse. "

"Yeah. My mom went crazy right before Rome. I kept thinking I could get her back, to help her through it y'know? but I couldn't." My voice cracked "She's too far gone." I laughed, a little half laugh that didn't quite reach my eyes. It sounded fake even to me. "The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again thinking it would go differently. And if that's true, I went crazy a long time ago."

She smiled sadly at me, and grabbed my hand. "Everythings going to be alright. I promise. Now open your mouth."

I opened my mouth and she placed two pills inside. "Swallow." She said, pushing a glass of water towards my lips.

She got up. "Get some rest Zach."

And I fell into a deep sleep.