Taylor was sitting on Strange's bed knitting a pile of palm sized hexagon pillows in a multitude of different colors while he read from one of the various books from the library. They had started a kind of tradition of hanging out together of listening to music together when they found they had similar tastes. Taylor also was amazed by his knowledge of various songs, their artists, and when they came out, she enjoyed testing him from time to time.

"Bee Gees, Secret Love." Strange rattled off. "It was the lead single of their album High Civilization, released in March 1991."

"You have a gift Strange." Taylor laughed. "Where do you store all of this information?"

"It's all here." He tapped his head with a smirk.

"So humble." Taylor shook her head with an amused scoff.

"Did you make each of those?" Stephen gestured to the pile of knit hexagons.

"Yep, once I have enough I'm going to sew them together to make a blanket." Taylor told him. "It's called a bee keepers quilt."

"Must take forever." He commented.

"Yeah, but it's worth it." Taylor smiled.

The song changed to Hooked on a Feeling and Taylor stilled her knitting with a small gasp, the lack of clicking drawing Stephen's notice. He looked up noticing her said wistful smile and the tears just at the edges of her eyes. She did this when certain songs came on he had come to notice and was curious as to why.

"You ok?" He asked slowly.

"Yeah." Taylor breathed out looking back at her knitting and counting stitches to see where she left off.

"Really? Because you do that every time certain songs play." Strange pointed out. Taylor didn't answer right away, resuming her knitting at a more sedate pace. "You don't have to tell me."

"Do you remember when you asked me why I came here? And what I told you about my mom passing away?" Taylor asked him and he nodded in reply remembering his first day in Kamartaj and their brief conversation a week or so ago. "My mom was a wonderful person, the best mother anyone could hope for. She would share her music with my brother and I. We'd listen to it for hours dancing and singing along with her."

"And then she passed away." Stephen said gently sensing the underlining sadness behind her smile that turned into a frown.

"She passed away from cancer." Taylor gripped her knitting needles. "It was slow, painful, and a nightmare watching her waste away before our eyes. It tore my brother and I apart."

"Where is your brother if you don't mind me asking?" Stephen asked slowly.

"When my mother died he ran out of the hospital and I ran after him. We were in the middle of this field and there was this fog all around us, made it hard for me to find him. When I did there was this ship that just seemed to come out of nowhere baring down on him." Taylor shook her head. "In a flash of light he was gone and I spent the next years of my life going from one therapist to the other."

"He was abducted? By aliens?" Strange asked wide eyed and Taylor nodded. "Wow, not to long ago I would have thought you were…" He made a vague gesture with his hand, Taylor sending him a dry look. "I'm sorry though, for your loss."

"Thanks." Taylor nodded. "After my losing my mother and my brother I went to live with my grandfather. At first it wasn't so bad, but then when I went into high school he just became smothering. I couldn't do anything it felt like and it all came to a head when I got in trouble at school again. He told me he didn't want to end up like my mother, throwing her life away on the useless man called my father and getting saddled with my brother and I."

"That seems harsh." Strange winced.

"Yeah, I didn't take it well. Packed up and left them same day. Three years later and I ended up here." Taylor sighed.

"Why didn't you go looking for your dad?" Strange asked.

"Because he never came looking for us." Taylor said bitterly. "Left my mother and us high and dry, doubt he gave us a second thought." Taylor shook her head deciding to change the subject away from herself. "But enough about me, who's Christine?" Strange looked surprised. "I saw the watch."

"She's…she and I…we had a thing for a while, but it didn't work out." Strange sighed. "It was my own fault, I didn't treat her like an equal so we broke up. We still stayed friends and colleagues, but I missed her." Strange glanced down at his hands. "After my accident she stayed with me even though I treated her like crap. I've been trying to apologize, but I think I really blew it this time."

"You really care about here." Taylor smiled at the slight blush on his cheeks. "Then you need to talk to her, keep trying to get to her."

"What if she doesn't want me back?" Strange asked.

"Unless she has told you in no uncertain terms that she wants nothing to do with you at all I wouldn't give up. Heck even if she did say that I still wouldn't at least try to air everything out with her." Taylor shrugged. "Take it from someone who knows a lot about loss, you don't want to waste what time you have."

"What about you?" Strange asked.

"What about me?" Taylor asked.

"I told you about my love." Strange probed. "Are you lot aloud to have that kind of thing or do you have to give it up when you become a master?"

"We're sorcerers not monks." Taylor scoffed then noticed his raised brow.

"Well…." He pressed.

"You've gone full on gossip girl, you know that right?" Taylor pointed out, but he didn't waver in his gaze. "I've had a few relationships in the past, but nothing that lasted."

"What about Mordo?" Stephen asked causing her needles to slip making her drop a stich.

"I'm sorry?" She yelped.

"Come on, you two are always together when you're not busy." Stephen said. "The only reason you're here with me is because he's teaching a late class."

"Mordo and I have been friends since we both joined Kamartaj." Taylor fixed her knitting. "We joined about the same time. We grew close learning together and overcoming our pasts. We never tried for anything past friendship."

"But you've thought about it." Strange picked his book back up.

"Shut up Strange." Taylor blushed and refused to say anything else on the matter. Soon after it was time for her to go back to her own room for the night. She left with a threat that if he didn't go to bed and stay there, astral projection and all, there would be dire consequences in the morning.

Taylor was wondering through the courtyard after she left Stephen's room looking up at the stars that scattered the sky wondering where her brother lay amongst them. She paused just under one of the trees with her arms crossed over her stomach and her head tilted back with her eyes closed.

"It's a beautiful night tonight." Mordo commented as he walked up to her.

"It is, but then again most nights here are." Taylor smiled at him.

Mordo gestured to the bench nearby leading her over to take a seat so they were more comfortable. They sat together in silence observing the heavens as they turned slowly before them. She and Mordo had spent many nights like this together taking in the beauty of their surroundings.

"Do you really think your brother is up there somewhere?" Mordo asked.

"I can only hope." Taylor sighed.

"When you go, I want to go with you." Mordo said surprising her. She gazed up at him wide eyed and mouth falling open slightly.

"Really? Are you sure?" Taylor asked.

"I can't in good conscience release you on the universe unsupervised." Mordo smiled down at her.

"You know for a second there I thought you were being really sweet." Taylor pouted.

"And something tells me you're going to need help." Mordo went on covering her hand with his.

"I'd love it if you came with me." Taylor smiled up at him placing her hand over his.