Adrians POV

I heard my phone buzz and I tried to ignore it.

I really wasn´t feeling like talking to anybody. I was just fine, drowning my sorrows in a bottle of gin.

The phone stopped buzzing and I took a big gulp out of my glass.

Only a few seconds later the phone buzzed again.

I looked at it and saw Macus number on the screen.

"What?" I asked annoyed, answering the phone.

"Adrian?"

"Well yea, you called me" I said, already regretting picking up.

"Adrian, she´s out" he said.

My mind tried to comprehend what he was saying, but my head was feeling foggy.

"What are you talking about Marcus?" I said, knowing I was babbling.

"Sydney, she´s out" he repeated.

I put the bottle of gin on the table in front of me and my mind was spinning.

"Are you...is she... where is she?" I finally managed to say.

The fogginess slowly vanished and I could think much clearer now.

"A guy I know just reported to me, that he´d seen her in New York".

"New York?" I asked. What was she doing there?

"I thought you should know" Marcus went on.

In my mind I was already getting ready to leave the house and get there as fast as possible. Sydney was out. She was alive and breathing and I could really see her again.

"but..." Marcus went on and my heart fell.

"What is it?" I asked, preparing myself for the worst case scenario. But when he spoke, I wasn´t ready at all.

"They erased her memory Adrian" he said.

"What do you mean erased it?" I asked. I had to sit down. My hand was grabbing the chair and I barley managed to sit down.

"She doesn´t remember anything" he said and I could hear sympathy in his voice.

I was silent for a few seconds. Not sure what to say.

"How do you know?" I asked finally. I noticed my hands shaking.

"The guy I told you about, he´s a former college of her. They met on the street and she didn´t recognize him at all" Marcus said.

Centrum Permanebit, I thought. The center will hold. No it had to hold.

"Adrian, I´m sorry" Marcus said after I had been quiet for some time.

"What the hell is she doing in New York?" I asked. It wasn´t even important but I needed to keep talking.

"I really don´t know" Marcus said.

"Where did he see her?" I asked.

"At Columbus Circle. She was getting coffee at Starbucks" Marcus said.

I smiled at that. Of course she did. She was Sydney, drinking coffee was like breathing air to her.

"Thanks for calling" I said and I hung up before he could say anything else.

I knew it was rude, but at that moment, I didn´t care about good manners.

I needed to see her. I needed to go to New York and I would see her again. I would hold her in my arms, kiss her, see the spark in her eyes and her beautiful face.