I stopped taking check of my surroundings. It all looked the same anyway. I couldn't see that far ahead in the candlelight. Maybe I should just, I don't know: give up? But oh no, I couldn't do that! You know why? Cause Jesse and Paul were walking either side of me.

How could I leave without looking like a complete idiot in front of them? I sighed as we continued on our pointless search for the gatekeeper. I knew we'd never find him.

"So, how's the 18th century these days?" Paul asked lamely. I shot him a warning look he ignored. Instead he cracked a wide grin.

"Shut up Paul." I told him softly, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Well fine. Be like that. I think you're better suited to that time period to be honest." He continued smugly. I glanced at him sarcastically.

"How so?" I asked in a warning tone. Jesse clenched his fists beside me. I looked up at him worriedly. Not another fight up here.

"You don't get a say in who you marry. It'll be so much easier for me when we find out we're trapped." I looked at him in horror.

Oh my…..he can't mean that. Even Paul isn't that bad. Well I guess he is in Jesse's books. The guy lunged for him even before he got out the last syllable. I was still too shocked to even realise Jesse was beating him to a bloody pulp. I mean….wow. Paul was going to force me to marry him? That's harsh.

I managed to rouse myself from my confused state long enough to take in Jesse's words.

"Over my dead body will you marry her. If you so much as touch her again, I'll do worse things than to kill you."

Paul smirked up from where he lay pretty bloodied up to be honest. He gave me an amused smile which must have hurt his torn lip.

"I told you I wouldn't lose." He laughed. I swallowed hard. How could he do this to me?

I looked away from him with tears in my eyes. Great Suze, so now you're going to let the jerk see you cry as well? Well that's just brilliant.

"I'd rather kill myself." I whispered with my back to him. Okay, slight exaggeration. But how was he going to know? I mean I'd sure feel like killing myself, but I doubt I'd have the guts to actually finish myself off. Especially if Jesse would be stuck alone with Paul afterwards. But the whole melodramatic thing kind of worked I guess.

Paul and Jesse both looked extremely shocked. Jesse slightly more so. Paul just looked like he was worrying about my sanity. So was I come to think about it.

"You don't mean that." Paul said, with a half worried, half confused frown. I just rolled my eyes and looked at him seriously.

"There are a lot of things I'm prepared to do for this Mediating thing. But marrying a guy I don't love isn't one of them." I spoke the words clearly to be certain he understood.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at me under near closed lids. I stared straight back, making sure I showed him no weakness. He gave a small nod.

"I didn't think you'd take it well. Unfortunately I think your 'mother' will think differently once I ask her."

I had a suspicion about his motives. Part of me thought he was just a complete weirdo, and the other thought he was just doing it to get to Jesse. But there was a small whispering in my mind telling me I was wrong on both counts. I was in no mood to be dissecting the thoughts of Satan though.

I saw Jesse reach towards him threateningly, but I cut off the action by grabbing his arm. I don't know if some of my 'other' self had rubbed off, but I did kind of feel different. More in control than before. Maybe this other half would come in useful after all.

I looked down at him and smiled softly. I hoped my eyes told him what he needed to know. He looked up angrily from where he'd torn his gaze from Paul. But as his eyes came to rest on me his features softened slightly. I wish I understood guys. I mean, I could probably make a fortune.

"If you even think about doing this to me I'll kill you myself. But right now we have a gatekeeper to find. In case you haven't realised Paul, we're going home. You're welcome to stay in 1850 if you're really that attached to it."

He glared at me as Jesse let go of him and came to stand beside me. I smiled at him as I slipped my hand into his. Paul observed our public display of affection with disgust. I almost laughed at the look on his face as Jesse glowered down at him.

"Fine." He said, shrugging his shoulders stiffly, "You want to play hard to get? Fine by me."

Jesse stepped forward to examine a particularly ancient looking door, as Paul brushed up beside me to whisper,

"For now."

He smirked as he walked forwards to look at the door sceptically.

"This is it." Jesse breathed softly. I couldn't help but let my attention wonder though. Paul was up to something and I didn't like it. Especially if it involved white dresses and honeymoon suites. I shivered inwardly at the thought.

Paul must have felt my gaze on him, as he glanced up, giving me a single malicious smile. One that told me much more than words would.

"Ladies first." He said mockingly. I stepped forward feeling a chill sweep over me. I think I had a more terrifying enemy to worry about. One that I'd never truly faced before. Paul was pissed. And I truly didn't understand how to stop him. He was even more stubborn than I'd ever anticipated. But my attention was unceremoniously taken away from him when I saw what I was almost certain was Heaven's waiting room.

No, wait a second. Is that a demon? Oh god. Wrong room.