A/N Hello! How are we all today? I know my story has become a little confusing but you will understand soon (I hope).

Wake-Robin- Morgan has changed a lot. I know it's dramatic but it's important to the story.

Unknown Reason- I would answer you question, but it might spoil it. Besides it could be that neither will happen. Yes, I'm being very mysterious but I don't want to give it away for those who haven't guessed.

Withyliz- Sorry- I didn't mean to offend you! My curiosity just got the better of me. Hope you enjoy the rest.

Rhiannan Star- Updates are going to become even slower I'm afraid. I'm going back to school next week so it'll be even harder. Sorry that you had to re-read it but if that helped you to understand it then it means I'm being very subtle which is not always a bad thing.

Mystic- I know, I know. Iona? It just seemed to fit with the story. Just remember that things aren't necessarily in their control. Okay, so it's in mine but hey.

Witches Kat- Cal might have her under his control. I think I said in a previous chapter what was going on, but as before I've been quite subtle with some things.

Borntotry- I know it's sad but I wasn't feeling particularly happy when I wrote it. Actually, I'm still not. Well I'll try and perk up a bit for the next chapter.

Thanks for the reviews everyone!

Hunter's POV:-

I sat bolt upright. I had remembered her name, and it was beautiful. Morgan. With a wave of happiness I collapsed onto the bed and my eyes fluttered closed.

(A/N Don't worry- there will be more from him later! So you don't get confused Morgan's bit is the next morning.)

Morgan's POV:-

"Morgan! If you want to get to the airport on time then you will have to get up. Now." I jolted awake and looked at Mary K. stupidly. Airport? What? Then I remembered. I was going to see Ciaran and my plane left in... shit. I had to check in at 9.30am and it was now 9am. Thank the goddess I had already packed.

I drove to the airport in a daze, mainly wondering why I was bothering to go and see Ciaran, and thinking about the night before. It was a wonder I got there in one piece.

The woman sitting behind the check-in desk eyed me curiously, but her manner was civil and polite. "Here's your ticket. The gate will be announced shortly and you should be at the gate by 11am. Enjoy your flight."

I turned my back on her and ran into the nearest coffee shop for some much deserved caffeine. The coffee doubled as a radiator, warming my hand which had turned blue from clutching the steering wheel in the freezing conditions, despite my black wool gloves. One thing Das Boot could do with was a heater I thought bitterly. Even my heavy wool coat hadn't offered much protection from the December weather.

Once I was past security, however, it was a different matter. I stripped down to my fitted linen shirt which had a button left open to show Cal's going away present to me: a belly piercing. He had taken me to get it done before we had gone to a romantic restaurant and then back to his flat.

I had chosen one with a piece of amethyst with a little pentacle hanging from it. The pentacle had another tiny piece of amethyst in the centre, and it matched the necklace Hunter had given me when I got back from Scotland: an identical, small, silver pentacle hanging from a delicate silver chain.

Heads turned as I marched past, the heels of my boots clicking over the floor, my coat over one arm and my small travel bag in the other. Always dress smartly for travelling, you're more likely to be upgraded if you look important.

After an hour of shopping, during which I purchased a bottle of sensual perfume, a red satin cocktail dress and a pair of designer sunglasses, I arrived at my gate and perched myself on a seat near the gate.

The old Morgan wouldn't have bought any of that. She would have browsed the shops, perhaps buying a chocolate bar before collapsing with exhaustion and nerves. But not the new Morgan.

The new Morgan wasn't tired by shopping, and had a much bigger budget thanks to a part-time job at a classy clothes store. The hours were short and the pay was high, the job was definitely staying. I wouldn't buy chocolate anymore either. I was watching my figure since I'd noticed a slight gain in weight. Dieting and more exercise were something I'd never done but found highly enjoyable. One thing I couldn't get over were my nerves. I already felt sick and hoped I wouldn't have to rush to the bathroom.

Too late, I thought sadly as I threw up in the bathroom. Oh well, one change at a time. I wiped my face, re-applied my make-up and strode out of the bathroom and up to the beginning of the queue.

Hunter's POV:-

I slipped on a shirt and jeans and bounded out of bed. I was starving and ten minutes late for breakfast. I was half-way through a piece of toast and a bowl of porridge before I remembered my discovery.

The girl's name. I knew her name. It was a small link to my past, but unfortunately plenty of girls were called Morgan and it was virtually impossible to find my Morgan. With each passing day her face was becoming more blurred, but I knew that whoever she was she had been close to me. Too late now, I couldn't change what had happened. The spoon was still suspended in mid-air so I lowered it into my bowl and excused myself.

I stumbled along the corridor, not caring where I was going. What was happening to me? I knew I was changing, but I didn't know why, or how. Why me? Why not someone else?

"You've got Iona" a little voice inside me murmured. Yes. I had Iona. My frown melted into a smile, but my heart didn't give that little jolt like when I thought about Morgan. Get over Morgan, Hunter. You'll never see her again and you love Iona now.

I waltzed blindly into a man who looked up at me, muttering apologies. He stopped mid-sentence and stared at me, his mouth open in apparent disbelief. "Hunter?"

I looked at the man carefully and saw the faint flicker of recognition in his eyes. This man had been powerful, very powerful. I smiled at his hollowed shell, searching his sunken eyes for something that might tell me about my past. He knew my name, that was something.

"Well, well. Hunter Niall. My daughter's missed you something terrible. Will you join me for a cuppa?" I nodded dumbly. His daughter? Could it be Morgan?

"Who are you?" My usual subtle, questioning manner was gone, replaced by my anticipation. "How do you know me?" He had just lifted his cup of tea from the machine and some of it slopped over the edge before he steadied his hands.

I grabbed my cup and he led me over to a small table in the corner, away from prying eyes. "Hunter, what happened to you?" He looked me up and down and then peered into my eyes. "Why have you let them do this to you?"

"Who are you?" I demanded. There was something... I couldn't place it. "Why have I let who do what?" He shrugged and I felt anger well up, bursting against the dam.

"I'm Ciaran MacEwan, but you already knew that. We've met before." MacEwan? That must mean... this must be Iona's father. So Iona had been missing me. My brain threatened to carry me off on a tide of dreams, so I snapped back to reality.

"You're Iona's father?" He nodded, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Where have we met before?" He sipped his tea quietly. "Well?"

"You have a right to be impatient. We met before when you were on business in America. You came to New York and we met there." He paused, letting me absorb this information. I expected him to continue, but instead he changed the subject. "How did you meet Iona?"

"She brought me here. I was in a car crash." He nodded as if that explained a lot. "Why are you in here?" He looked startled by the question.

After a long silence he answered. "I never thought I'd hear you ask that Hunter. You know, but it's been locked away. You need to find the key to remembering what you once knew." I blinked, trying to make sense of this. "I must leave now, but take care with Iona. She can be dangerous."

He rose quickly and walked away, leaving me stunned. What did he mean be careful with Iona? She couldn't be dangerous. Could she?

A/N Please don't hate poor confused Hunter. It's all going to come to a climax soon and yes, I know you all hate how they've changed but that's how they've each dealt with what's happened. I always promised myself I wouldn't have the main characters turning evil, but I couldn't help it- the story wouldn't be the same if they weren't.

Anyways, I hope you're all following it! I'm trying to make it as simple as I can but I get confused sometimes and that complicates things. Please review!!!