A/N: please r & r, coz I would luv to know your thoughts. Thanks! Ciao!
Disclaimer: same as it was in chapter 1, surprisingly enough.
In the doorway stood the girl Will had taken to be one of Johnty's angels. When he saw her, he felt the blood rush downwards, and realised that the goose bumps that were originally just on his neck, had now spread all over his body. He held his breath. There was a stunned silence between the two, while each took the others appearance in.
At first Will could not contemplate what was odd about the girl. He had met at least four of the "angels" before, as they often got lost and went to the wrong place. She had the same type of dress as all the others, the same husky voice. But this one was different. For a start, she had known his name. and the way she looked at him sent shivers running up and down his spine. Then it clicked; she was the girl from his dreams.
Lyra could not understand how this could be Will, and thought she must have got the wrong room. In front of her was an uptight man, in a straight suit, with short, neat hair. He looked very tidy, compared to the apartment around him. But she could tell that he had lived in this place for years. On the walls were pictures of Dr Mary Malone, and who she took to be Wills mother. Then Lyra spotted something that made her heart stop. On the desk, which was full of scraps of paper, and piled high with notepads full of the most amazing drawings, lay a large, velvety one. On this she could see the a drawing of herself and Will, just a few years ago to Lyra, lying entwined on a bed of roses. As she flicked through the pages, she saw more and more drawings of herself, Will, their Daemons, and Botanic Place.
Will looked across, and saw her gazing at a particular favourite of his, featuring two mystical beasts curled up on a bench in Botanic Place. As he looked at the picture, and gazed at the beautiful creatures, he felt a pang of regret, of sadness, of disappointment. Then he did something he had been trying to block out for years. He remembered. he didn't remember much, or any great detail, but he could remember the creature on his left. He had once talked to her. Shown her off proudly to all his friends, when he came back after two years of being missing, presumed dead. Then, as he had gradually covered up all his mournfulness in layers of disguise, his Daemon, his friend, his soul, became more and more indistinguishable . and then, as he began to forget completely, she began to fade and fade, until, one morning, when Will woke up, he didn't even notice. He had hated her, had hidden her, for so long that he was almost relieved when, a few months later, he noticed she had gone from his life.
Will came out of his daze and looked at the girl in front of him. He suddenly felt angry. Who was she to barge into his rooms, and bring all these memories flooding back. In a moment of passion, he lunged out at her. He wanted to make her pay. He tried to move forwards towards her, but found he couldn't. he looked down, and, looking up at him intently, almost pleadingly, was the creature he had drawn. As he looked at her, he knew almost straight away who she was. She was Kirjava. She was part of him.