"Hey," said Liz as she entered the hospital room. Matt hadn't left Luke's side since he got poisoned. Currently the 7 year old resided in a deep sleep. The doctor's say he'll live and it was a close call.

"Hey" he whispered.

"How are you?" she asked.

"Fine I guess..." he sighed.

"He'll be ok Ma-"

"Elizabeth" he interrupted her. Her heart skipped a beat once more, when he said her full name. "I-I remembers him.... I held in my arms when he was a baby...he's the reason I get along with kids so well...he is the reason if you think about it.... he's the reason we met." he whispered. Liz just sat there in silence as she watched Matthew just stare at his baby brother's face.

"Happy Fourth of July!" cried Luke the second year in Pinegreen.

"Yes, Fourth of July, what is that again?" he joked.

"It's when we watch fireworks, eat corn, and play with fire!" Luke rambled on. Over the last year, especially after the accident with him being in the hospital he had grown comfortable to everything and everyone in the town almost over night. He became a beloved child always around town with RJ, and Emma. Getting into trouble having thier own, "adventures" which usually involve finding out Mr. Heric wasn't a masked murder yet an old drill sergeant. And Matt would have changed that year if his life depended on it. Yet what he would of changed was what had happened on the end of the third year, and everything following that in Luke's life.

"They're dead." thought Luke as he turned the corner to see his house up in flames. "They're all dead...he's dead...that phone call from the airport about his plane crash."

"Luke!" cried Emma's voice from behind him. He turned to see her standing there and he could see right then and there the brightness that usually always shine in her eyes disappear.

"Oh my god." murmured the fourth grader.

"We have to leave Emma." Luke said like a robot.

"But Lu-"

"If we stay...they'll separate us...we both know that's not what they would of wanted."

"Ok Lukas...let's leave. But where to?" asked Emma Wattson.

"I don't know, but lets move." he said for the first time in his life darkly and turned his back against the burning building and the life that was once so happy.

"Luke, are you sure about this?"

"What else are we suppose to do?" asked Luke as they jumped out of the cargo part of the airplane. They landed in the Bahaman's hoping to find the man Wilfred had once called father. He was the only one out of the bunch whose father wasn't a jerk. It was his grandfather whom made him cold and slightly distant.

"Luke hold up," said Emma grabbing his hand. He stopped and locked eyes with her. "We're only 10...we can't keep running forever. Sooner or later we are going to have to go to-"

"To where? Back to what's left of our families? You have that godfather, that really rich one who doesn't give a dang about you or Liz? Ok you go to him, while they take me back to my father!" he yelled.

"I am not saying that, all I'm saying is we can't run for ever." she said on the verge of tears.

"Let's test that theory," he mumbled releasing himself from her grip and walking coldly into the island.

Someone did find them...their real parents...and after that they where separated. Emma was sent to her rich godfather whom for the next few years would rarely ever see. While Luke was sent back to his father, and after a beating that nearly killed him he was sent to the Co-ed watcher's academy in Ireland.

William went to the academy, and was determined to be able to see Emma soon. She was all he had left and he was not going to lose her. So he was determined to get out of the academy, and so studying night and day. Never having time to make friends, and people never noticed him. Except when he graduated from the watchers academy 3 years later. Non-stop 24-7 works, including the summers he was able to finish the academy in 3 years instead of 7 and became the world's youngest watcher.

Emma went to a high-class private school in London. Her godfather whom she only saw once a week made her be put through it. She would patrol constantly, trying to continue the fight she was raised on and at 14 she saw him in the graveyard.

The years had done something to him...he was so much older than she. Or it least he looked the part. His hair dark jet black, in slight small curls. His skin quite pale compared to what Emma was used to seeing any Pryce boy have. Yet his eyes where still the same intense blue that seemed to see right through her soul. Yet age, wisdom...and pain now resided in the once perky William Lukas Wyndam Pryce. And it scared her to death.