I stare up at the blond in front of me, two bright green eyes peer back and suddenly I feel like a caged animal. Panicking, I look around, searching the crowd.

"He's not here", she says, "He wasn't able to pick us up. He had plans tonight."

My eyes snap back to hers, she's inspecting me- wondering how I will take this news. I didn't really expect him at the airport here, why would I? Twenty minutes ago I didn't expect to see Honor here.

"Well, I am sure you and your family would like to get home before it gets colder- it was lovely to see you Honor, Josh", I try to think of an excuse for my dismissive demeanor but she knows, Honor always knows. She knows I hate that I can't talk to her anymore. She can probably tell that I am just as uncomfortable as she is. I look at her again and see hope in her eyes, as if nothing has changed and I will be back within the fold of their lives.

"He misses you Rory, he has changed."

I take a step back, "I don't know what you mean Honor", I lie- she can tell.

Another step back and I curse myself for wearing heels today. "I really must be going".

Another step and I hear it before I feel it- in my haste to get away I have stepped off the curb and into the busy arrivals pick up at JFK. If I had waited a millisecond to take that step I would have merely fallen flat on my ass, but of course I didn't. I feel the impact, hear a scream and the world goes dark.