For a minute I was just sitting on the chair, looking at the phone in my hand.

There were a million questions in my head.

The most present question of them all was `Will she remember me?´

I didn´t know the answer, I only knew, that I had to go to New York, as fast as possible.

I packed a couple of clothes in a bag and simultaneously checked for flights on my phone.

There was one that would leave in two hours and without further thinking, I booked it.

I had absolutely no idea where exactly I was going to go, but I decided, that I would think about the details later.

All that mattered at this moment was getting there. I was completely sober now, but just to be safe, I called a cab, that would get me to the airport.

On my way to the airport, I called Jill.

I gave her a short recap and told her, that I was on my way to New York and that I would get back to her, as soon as I arrived there and disconnected when we arrived at the airport.

I stepped out in to the heat of august and for the first time after what felt like forever, I really craved a cigarette.

I shoved the thought away. I had enough on my mind, Readopting bad habits definitely was something I wouldn´t put on top of that.

I still didn´t know where to go exactly. The only reference point I had was Columbus Circle. But was it likely, that she would appear there again?

I didn´t know, but it was all I had.

I headed for the first available cab and told the driver to go to Columbus Circle, hoping to have any kind of inspiration on my way there.

I didn´t.

I stood in front of the Starbucks Marcus had told me about and was absolutely clueless what to do next.

I looked at my phone. It was already 5 pm. I hadn´t slept for nearly 26 hours and slowly the fatigue showed. I really needed some sleep.

I kept looking around, hoping to see her anywhere and every time I spotted blond hair in the crowd, my heart jumped, but it was never her.

I crossed the road and decided to check in in a hostel across the street.

I would just sleep for a couple of hours and tomorrow, I would come up with a plan.

I fell asleep only seconds, after my head hit the pillow and I dreamed about her. Her laugh, the way she looked at me, about holding her in my arms and the way it felt kissing her.

I woke up pretty early, it was only 8 am. I got up and after taking a shower, I stood in the middle of my room, realizing for the first time, that I was literally searching for a needle in the haystack.

I was in New York City for goods sake. I really needed a plan.

I looked out the window and groaned, when I realized another problem.

The sun. I could deal with the sun, but it wasn´t going to be pleasant, at least not in the long run.

But what choice did I have? I really doubted, that my chances would increase, if I limited my time to the nights.

Even if Sydney had lost all of her memories, I really didn´t think, that she would have become a night person.

Besides, I was a moroi after all, walking around an unknown area alone at night, wasn´t probably the best idea.

The next couple of days I spent my mornings at Starbucks, hoping, that she would come back.

I walked through central park at noon and in the afternoons I walked aimlessly through the streets of New York, focusing on 5th avenue and Broadway, even though I knew that the Sydney I knew wasn´t really into shopping. At night I fell asleep in my small room completely exhausted.

I was sitting once again in my usual spot at Starbucks when I heard her voice. She was ordering a latte.

I turned around, nearly 100% sure, that it wasn´t her, when I saw her.

She was standing at the counter waiting for her latte checking her phone.

She was a little thinner than the last time I´d seen her but she was as beautiful as I remembered her.

Her long blond hair fell over her shoulders and she was wearing dark Jeans and a white blouse.

She was really here, I really had found her.

I blinked, nearly expecting her to be gone when I would open my eyes again.

When I did, she was still there.

The girl behind the counter called her name and she smiled at her taking the cupout of her hand.

She put her phone back into her messenger bag and her gaze fell on me.

My heart stopped for a second, as our eyes met.