I got half-way down the street before I felt a hand clamp over my wrist. I wasn't surprised when I turned around to find Jesse standing in front of me.

I gave him a stern look and asked in a sickly sweet voice, "May I help you sir?"

He just shook his head at me and turned to his companion. Who might I add looked exceedingly angry at me? I could almost feel the anger in his aura. That's when I realised something, and I was on the verge of mentioning it when Jesse interrupted.

"See," he said gesturing to me with a pained expression on his face, "This is what you've done to her." The curly haired man just looked me up and down- in a manner many would find most rude – and smiled.

"She doesn't seem any different to me." Was all he said. I was even more surprised when Jesse took an angry step towards him. I took that moment to step between them with my palms spread flat. I looked from one to the other in exasperation.

"What in heavens name do you two think you're doing?" I asked in complete shock. I saw them opening their mouths to reply, but I just carried on without listening,

"One: I never even asked you to be here, so if you think for one second I'm putting up with you fighting then you have another thing coming…….."

"Susannah……." Jesse began.

"Two: I do not enjoy doing this job and would absolutely love for you to just tell me what's going on so I can get rid of you……."

"Suze………" The curly haired guy began, brushing my shoulder but letting go with a warning look from Jesse. Which brought me back to my point from earlier.

"Three: Can you please explain to me why you," I said pointing at Jesse's chest, "Have an aura. While you," I continued pointing at the other guy, "Don't."

They both stayed silent for a moment, seemingly unprepared for my observation. I rolled my eyes at them and stepped back.

"I think it's time we explained it all to her." Jesse said calmly. But he gave the impression that it was an order. The other guy glared at him. I could almost see daggers in his blue eyes. Something about his eyes……..something. I couldn't figure out what.

"Why don't we just tell her here?" Paul asked in a mocking tone. Jesse gave him another wary look. I felt his hand on my arm as he began to guide me away carefully.

"No. I think we should go somewhere quite," then with another glance at me and my dress injected hastily, "Maybe we should sit down."

"You sexist………"

"How does it feel to not have anyone?" I felt Jesse go rigid beside me. We turned back to look at the other man.

"I told you to wait." Jesse said dangerously. I felt his hand clamp into a fist, and I couldn't help raising an eyebrow. These men where the most uncivilised…………..

How does it feel to not have anyone?

I swallowed hard. "What do you mean?" I asked him quietly. He smiled slightly obviously happy that I'd asked that question. Jesse looked ready to explode.

"I mean, haven't you ever wondered why you didn't fit in? Why you hated everything to do with having no freedom when most women are content? Haven't you ever…….." Jesse's fist came out of no-where, but the impact was perfect. Straight to the nose. He fell to the floor cursing Jesse as he went.

"Your people skills are amazing." I commented dryly as Jesse bent down closer to him. I could have laughed if I wasn't so confused.

"I told you not to tell her." He whispered. He was livid yet for some reason he didn't scare me. I actually thought I liked him.

"I did it Suze. I did it all." Jesse cursed as Paul carried on his little speech, "I sent you back here. I made you lose your memory. I made you think this was your home. I even modified your life to fit here." He gave me a devilish grin. Blood was flowing down his face, but he seemed to have forgotten.

"Nombre de dios. If you don't stop right now then I swear that I'll…." Jesse began, but I cut him off.

"Who are you?" I whispered. He just gave me another roguish grin and put out his hand, as if to great me with a mock hand shake.

"I thought you would have guessed by now." He grinned, "I'm Paul Slater."

My whole world began to spin. He was lying, he had to be. I looked to Jesse as if to be assured that Paul was indeed insane. But none came. He just closed his eyes in despair.

He shouldn't have done that, because as soon as he did I flew at them. Randomly kicking and scratching, aiming to harm. It was Jesse that stopped me. Grabbing both my wrists and pulling me into an embrace. That was when the first of the tears came.

"You're lying." I whispered softly. I heard him say something Spanish into my hair and I shivered inwardly.

"I'm so sorry." He replied just as quietly. I didn't have much else to do. Which is why I pulled away from him, and with one more desperate glance flew down the cobbled streets.

I didn't look back. Not once.