AN: Okay guys, I'm back after a year! WHOOP! So I feel that I kind of got a bit carried away with the 2nd and third chapters. In my mind's eye I guess I was trying to be funny? Similar to a spoof. But when I'm reading this a year later I feel like it's a bit cringe worthy but, just for you guys I'm going to carry on and see where it goes. But I feel like Julie is quite a sarcastic person… and I want to add as much comic relief as possible without making it poop. So fingers crossed it'll be okay. Also, I am at University but I'm on holiday now so I can't promise how regular I can upload new chapters but I'll try my hardest! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this and I'm open to any suggestions. :)
After I had found up every towel in the house, excluding my own and Fatma's, I gave them to Rick and his group. They'd still have to share though as there were just too many of them. For once I was actually grateful that both me and Fatma had big families that felt more than welcome to impose on us. The amount of bedding, towels and such that we had accumulated because of those visits really payed off now. Although, this year's visit would probably have to be put off.
Whilst some of the gang were getting cleaned up I went upstairs to my room to sort out my neck. Rick's blade didn't look clean and the last thing I needed now was an infection. The cut itself wasn't too deep and it missed all the vital bits but it still bloody hurt. I had already taken some ibuprofen, an anti-inflammatory to help with the swelling but it was still damn sore but the main thing on my mind was what the hell am I going to tell Fatma. There is still the possibility that these guys may not be genuine… but if they really are then this could cause a whole load of other issues.
Like the walker virus. What if it came here? Or I'm now somehow infected? Was the fucker an airborne thing? God damnit. There were so many unanswered questions and worst of all I knew that dumb ass Eugene was lying about knowing the cure. Maybe if I took a blood sample from one of them and got Stephany, from the lab to look at it she might be able to find something? But what if something happened and it spread and then… Thinking about it too much wouldn't help. There were a million 'what ifs' in this scenario. Like what if this was all a giant joke. That was still a possibility right? I knew in my heart though... somehow, that they weren't lying. I let out a heavy sigh and rubbed my temples. This is not how I imagined my night to turn out.
Oh shit. Fatma. Looking at the clock the time is 8:30. "Oh shit!" I went to grab my phone from the dresser, there were already 3 missed calls and a dozen texts from both Josh and Fatma.
Fatma (20:04): Hey, I'm already here with Josh. We're downstairs at the normal table. Lol xx
Fatma (20:10) Missed call.
Fatma (20:10): Where are you?
Fatma (20:11): Call me
Fatma (20:13): You are coming right?
Josh (20:14) Missed call
Josh (20:14) Oi, pick up.
Fatma (20:16) Julie where are you?
Fatma (20:19) Missed call
It went on from there and the texts got angrier. "Ah, bugger." I went to open the messages to form some kind of response. What that was I still didn't know. I couldn't just say 'Hey, I can't come out the walking dead characters are all here and I can't leave them on their own because they'll probably start another apocalypse or steal all my food.' Nope. That wouldn't work. My phone vibrated causing me to nearly drop it. It was Fatma.
Fatma (20:32) Since you've not been answering and Tom isn't here yet, Josh has given Tom our address. He'll be there in 5. Be ready.
Julie (20:32): Are you fucking serious? I'm not ready! Had giant problem at home. Cancel!
Fatma (20:33) Don't believe you. Get ready.
I let out a small scream and grabbed my makeup bag which I had thankfully taken out of the bathroom upstairs before Carl had gone in. I got out my foundation and emptied a rather large amount to put on my neck. This was such a bad idea. Looking into the small mirror on my dresser I applied the foundation to the wound. Mother of god, it hurt- stung. Like a complete bitch. I let out another silent scream and slammed my hand on the dresser, knocking over some of my things.
Once it was covered I wiped my hands on the towel I used earlier, sprayed on some deodorant and perfume and put on the black dress Fatma mentioned earlier that day when my life was actually normal. My heels were already in my room so I shoved them on too. My hair was a bit of a mess still so I ran my hand through it to tidy it as much as I could.
I heard the doorbell go from downstairs and cursed loudly. I still didn't have any lipstick on but at this point I really didn't care. There was some in my handbag. I ran out of my room and practically jumped my way down the stairs, only in doing so I managed to smack myself with my bag in the chest. Of course this had to be witnessed by Abraham, Rosita, Maggie, Michonne, Glenn, Daryl and Carol who had all gathered in the hallway probably because of the ominous doorbell. Christ.
"Looking good" Abraham chuckled, obviously impressed with my ability to hit myself nearly in the face.
Ignoring him I said "Go in the living room will you" waving my arms. "Go on, shoo." They all looked surprisingly taken aback by the fact that I was trying to herd them into the lounge like animals. Well, truth be told they smelt no better than animals.
"Why, who is it?" Michonne asked, going for her katana.
"Woooow, stop! No weapons! Definitely not needed!" I mock whispered, putting my hands on Michonne's arm and then abruptly took them off again at the look she gave me. "It's my date- a guy. Harmless. Entirely harmless. Plus, I'm just going to tell him to wait in the car." I rambled, arms waving around again. A habit I really need to stop. I got a mixture of responses from all of them, all of which were against the idea of me going anywhere. The doorbell rang again. "Guys, please-"
"I think we should check this with Rick first" Glenn said to no one in particular.
"Guys, it's my house- my rules, get in the damn living room and I'll come back in a second to discuss this with you further." This seemed to get them to move, although I could tell they didn't like it. Well tough, neither did I.
"You look good by the way" Rosita said, smiling and giving me a small wink, before following Abraham into the living room.
"Thanks" I said, returning the smile. Making sure that they were all inside and that the living room door was closed, I turned towards the front door and went to open it for the second time tonight. The guy standing on my porch was already half way down the drive. "Hey, it's Tom right?" The guy turned around, clear blue eyes focusing on mine.
"Yeah, that's me. And you're Julie, right?"
"Um- y-yes that's me." I could hear the stutter in my voice and inwardly cringed. "Look I'm running a little late so um-" He had already walked back and was now right in front of me. His thick dark hair shone in the artificial porch light, which looked black but could have also passed as a very dark brown. He was also rather slim and very tall, probably around 6ft something because he was still taller than me with my heels on. "Look, I'm not entirely ready yet- I need to do something quickly, can you just wait for a bit. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, sure. What do you need to do? You look ready to me." He said, giving me a once over with a dazzling toothy smile. Cheeky arsehole.
"Urm, I need to- uh… I need to feed my cat." Inwardly cringing again, I nodded slowly. "Yep, I need to feed him. He - er, wouldn't come in earlier."
"You have a cat? That's great, I love cats! Can I see him?"
"No! Urm, I mean- He doesn't like new people." Tom looked quite disappointed by this but at this moment I didn't care. He could not come in. Not with those guys lurking inside. Trust me to come up with a crap lie to have it thrown in my face immediately. Maybe I should have said I needed to change a tampon. Then he probably wouldn't have been so keen to come in and see the kitty.
"Oh right- I'll just wait in the car then." Tom flashed me a smile and a small wave that motioned to the car.
"That'd be great, thanks." Tom then turned and walked back up the drive, I didn't wait to see him get into his car but quickly returned inside and shut the door. Only to bump into a cleaner looking Rick. "Holy shit!" I yelped.
"Who was that?" Rick almost growled. Thankfully Rick didn't smell as bad as he had in our first encounter. He was wearing some of Josh's clothes but still definitely needed to brush his damn teeth. I could feel him trying to corner me again and quickly dodged out of the way.
"My date." I said bluntly. Not that I needed to explain myself to him or anyone at all, but I now had no clue what to do. Tom was waiting outside and I had a house full of emotionally unstable, unpredictable- not to mention dangerous, individuals. Ah, life is great. "Can we talk about this in the living room with the others?" Rick nodded and gestured for me to go ahead of him. What a dick head. After entering the living room all the eyes in the room land on me and Rick. "Hey… everyone" My hand gives out an involuntary small wave. "So, before you guys all came for tea, I was supposed to be going on a date tonight. And that's kind of difficult now."
"What, you want us to apologize to ya?" Daryl said in almost disbelief.
"No." I said sharply. "I just mean that know I have no idea what to do, I can't just leave you guys here on your own, but the guy is outside in this car waiting for me."
"What did you tell him?" Michonne said calmly.
"That I needed to feed my cat." I shrugged, as if to say- that's the best I could come up with.
"You have a cat?" Eugene asked in what seemed to be genuine interest.
"What?- No? Look you're missing the point here-"
"So let me get this straight" Rick blurted in. "You're asking us for permission to go on this date of yours?" His hands were resting on his hips and he was giving me one of his irritated looks.
"Like hell I am!" I practically shouted. "Look, I'm not the only person who lives here. My housemate, Fatma, also lives here and is waiting for me at the bar with her boyfriend. She will come here with guns blazing if I don't turn up. Plus, I think it might be easier to explain the situation once she has had a few drinks. She's a nice drunk." Maybe 'guns blazing' wasn't the right phrase to use in this situation. They all look at each other as if trying to communicate with eye contact alone.
"What have you got?" Rick asks with that menacing tone again- the one that says 'mess with me and I'll bite out a chunk in your neck'. Remembering that last episode in season 4 made me shiver.
"What do you mean?" I ask- genuinely confused. I must resemble a deer in headlights or something because Carol jumps in.
"He means weapons. Do you have any?" This makes me laugh quite a bit for obvious reasons which anyone would understand if they lived in England.
"You do realise you're in England right? It's practically impossible to own a gun here. So the answer to that is nothing, apart from a few kitchen knives that have seen better days. But you guys can check- just be careful with the china." There are a few moments of complete silence where it seems the group are mulling it over. "Did you guys get the washing machine working okay?"
"Yea we did. But we couldn't find your dryer." Maggie said.
"That would be due to me not owning a dryer. Although, the heating is on, use the radiators to dry the clothes."
"Oh, okay thanks. We will."
"So if I leave you guys here will you promise me to behave and not go anywhere or do anything stupid?" I felt very conscious about how long this was all taking and if I didn't leave sooner or later Tom would be knocking on the door again.
It hadn't taken too much longer to convince everyone that I wasn't going to bring a giant group back with me to exterminate them all. After a much heated debate over trust issues from both sides we all finally decided that I shouldn't go. Which is exactly why I'm in Tom's car now. We came to an…. arrangement that I would be back by 11:00pm latest with or without Fatma. Whilst they, stayed out of mine and Fatma's rooms and washed themselves with free access to the kitchen and all my food. There wasn't enough male clothing to go around and nothing I had would fit Abraham, Tyreese or Eugene but I kitted mainly everyone in clean clothes, Josh's and my own- if I used Fatma's she would kill me. But of course Daryl refused to comply- I just hoped he'd have a goddamn shower. If for not his own sake but everyone else's.
For safe measures I locked both mine and Fatma's doors and made sure that our computers were safely inside. The last thing I wanted was for them to discover somehow that they were a bloody TV show. That would definitely go down well, assuming that they were telling the truth. Tom had looked very pissed off when I finally got in the car and had rudely asked if I had anymore cat troubles. The annoying thing was that he was actually quite the looker- no Brad Pitt but good looking enough to be above average looking. Big blue eyes, dark long eyelashes which didn't look too feminine and a great pair of lips. Did I also mention his cheekbones? Because they were on par with Benedict Cumberbatch's but to add insult to injury, he actually seemed quite nice. Passive aggressiveness aside. I'd hate to toot Fatma's whistle but she'd done very well in finding more than a 'half decent guy' for this blind date. We sat in the car in silence whilst Tom drove us into the city.
"Thanks by the way, for giving me the lift." I said, trying to break the silence and awkwardness in the air.
"That's okay." He didn't say anything after that but looked on ahead. I know what I did was pretty shitty leaving him waiting but what else could I do? A few minutes later he said "What's his name?"
"What? Who?" For one horrible minute I thought he had seen Rick lurking behind the door somehow or even seen someone through the window, even through the netting that me and Fatma had up for privacy.
"Your cat."
"Oh, my cat. His name is... ah, Merlin." As if he would ask for the damn cat's name. I hoped he didn't notice the hesitation too much or thought anything about it. I'd had cats in the past so it wasn't too hard to pretend but I perhaps I should stay as close to the truth as possible. My old cat's name was Merlin and I had him whilst I was in high school. When I was 12, me and my oldest sister went out and bought him on a whim and came home one day with all the cat stuff and him. My parents went nuts but he was an adorable little thing. However, with him the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat' was him down to a T. In the end it was literally true. I was heartbroken when Merlin died. As I was deep in my thoughts I didn't hear Tom speak. "What?"
"I said that's a cool name."
"Oh, thanks."
I didn't speak for the rest of the journey and neither did Tom. This was going to be a very long night. One I couldn't wait to see the end of.
Daryl had been many things over the last two or so years but he had never been this confused and damn right lost for words as he was now. Even when he thought he'd lost everyone from the prison, even after he had lost Beth he had something to say about it. He had a purpose, whereas now he truly was lost on what to do with himself. Daryl was standing outside the back in the poor excuse for a back garden that Julie had called a courtyard. Carol was also with him, looking around for some kind of clue on how the hell they all got here. What was this? Some kind of damn fairy tale ending?
It wasn't that Daryl wanted to go back to being shot at by arseholes and be on the menu for some dead fucker but there was more back there than just that shit. Something that everyone had been thinking about; Beth. She was alive and he could feel it. He just needed to get back so he could rescue her from the arseholes who'd taken her and then maybe he could find some way back to peachy pea England, in this world and have a relaxing life eating pie and drinking beer. But right now he just needed to get back with or without the others.
"Daryl, can I have a word?" Rick's voice startled Daryl from his thoughts. "You too Carol."
"Go on then" Daryl replied, already knowing what this was about. If what that chick Julie had said had been right, then why was she so willing to believe them? Why hadn't she called the cops because a band of crazy people had broken into her house? Then again, everything seemed so normal here and Daryl was finding it harder and harder to believe that they weren't in some new world or shit. Hell, he'd just been thinking about finding a way back. Rick and Carol's voices pulled him out of his thoughts again.
"So you're saying we shouldn't trust her?" Carol said calmly. Daryl wasn't happy about what Rick had done to Carol, sending her away, but she seemed to have forgiven him quick enough. He was just glad that it could be put behind them and that they could move on to more important things. Like what to do with Julie.
"What?" Daryl grunted.
"I don't like her or this. I can't explain it either so we're going to have to keep an eye on Julie and whoever else she brings. To be on the safe side I want everyone to be ready for anything when she gets back." Daryl nodded along with what Rick said. Rick had his right to be concerned after everything. Truth be told, Daryl felt a lot of respect for him after all the shit Rick had gone through and was very glad that he was a part of his family, Rick always tried to do right by them.
"So what are you suggesting?" Carol asked, her arms crossed over her chest. Daryl noted that Carol hadn't taken a shower yet as she was still dirty looking.
"That we should be ready for a fight when she gets back or get out of here while we can. Who knows who'll she'll bring with her. She could be working with terminus- we don't know if they're dead. This could be a set up. Daryl, you said it yourself this morning that you thought we were being watched last night." Rick's voice was beginning to get rougher and louder as he became more angry as he spoke in his no-longer hushed tone.
"It was more of what I felt than anything else. It could've been an animal or somethin'."
"But what if it weren't?" Rick's eyes were firmly set on Daryl's making him slightly uncomfortable. Daryl had already thought it over in great detail, he knew exactly what else it could be and none of them were good news.
"I think we should stay until Julie gets back but be ready to make a run for it if there is trouble. I could scout the area to make sure it is safe and so we know what we're facing while the rest of us clear the cupboards. You know." Daryl shrugged.
"I agree. We need to rest, eat and a lot of us could do with a wash." Carol said looking at Daryl teasingly, her nose scrunched up in mock disgust. Daryl knew that she would back him up no matter what he said. For that he was grateful.
"What's up?" They all turned to find Michonne with a giant tub of ice cream, pecan flavoured, spooning out giant spoonfuls and trying to make it fit in her mouth. Beside her was Carl, also with a spoon although, his was empty. It was his voice that they had heard but it was obvious that they had both been at the ice cream as it was all around Carl's mouth and Michonne was practically shovelling it down.
If I had thought the car journey over to the bar was awkward, it was nothing compared to now. After the painful journey to The Workshop in Tom's car, we both entered the busy pub. If it could be called that. The Workshop was one of those places which could classified as a number of things, it was a cafe during the day, it sold extremely tasty, homemade food at lunch and in the evenings, and sold a vast range of alcohol. So basically a rather sophisticated pub with restaurant-like services with poor lighting. It also had quite a quirky rustic theme to it. As we entered we could see the bar, either side of us there were a mixture of different styled sofas with little coffee tables dotted around them, sitting on the tables were old rustic lamps that didn't give off a lot of light. The room itself was rather dim, regardless of the vast number of light fixtures hanging from the ceiling and walls.
"Well this is… cosy," I heard Tom say.
"You've never been here before?" I ask, not really surprised as it isn't a very well-known place but it's a gem. Although, the main reason it looks and feels so busy is because of how small it is.
"No. But it seems alright." I can see Tom eying up the old, battered grand piano next to the stairs leading downstairs with a slight interest.
"Do you play?" There were a few moments of silence before Tom silently shook his head. "How about we go find Fatma and Josh, after that we can get drinks?" Tom looked up at me and gave me a breathtakingly dreamy smile, one that I was already starting to give me small butterflies in my stomach.
"Sure. They downstairs?" He said whilst scanning the room filled with people, as if one of them would jump out and wave us over. I nodded and walked ahead towards the stairs, through the crowd and past a few full and quite noisy tables. The stairs down are rather steep and rather difficult to walk down in the heels I'm wearing which probably makes me look like quite a fool but I get down them gracefully enough and spot Fatma and Josh almost instantly.
"Finally!" Fatma shouts at us both. "We were starting to think you two weren't going to show!" I give Fatma a look to try to shut her up.
"There were cat troubles." Tom says as we both sit down opposite Fatma and Josh at the table next to Fatma's favourite piece of art within The Workshop. An ink painting of a man and a woman dressed in 18th Century clothing, the woman is kneeling by the man's feet looking up at him adoringly, whilst the man, who is standing directly beside her has his dick out. An enormous, oversized and very much exaggerated penis which seems to take up the whole of the man's body. Only ending at his chin. I can see Tom ogling the painting in what looked like half disbelief and half amusement.
"What cat? We don- Ow!" From where I was sitting I was able to step on fatma's foot hard, causing her to yelp and thankfully shut her up. Only to get a sharp kick to the shin in return which brought tears to my eyes.
"I was feeding Merlin. I forgot to." I managed to get out relatively normally without sounding like I was experiencing any pain. Fatma gave me a confused look which lasted around 5 seconds before she decided to just go along with this blatant lie. I turned back to Tom to see him looking directly at me, as if uncertain what to believe as I clearly wasn't subtle enough. "So Tom, what do you think about Fatma's favourite painting?" Gesturing to the painting next to me with a small head movement.
"Her Favourite?"
"Well, you know Tommy. She likes being reminded what awaits her back at my place." Josh laughed, raising his eyebrows in a crude manner and slapping Tom on the arm jokingly.
"Haha! Yea right! Isn't your shoe size only a 9?" Tom laughed heartedly. "And we all know what they say about a man's shoe size." Tom lifted his pinky and smirked at Josh. Which made both me and Fatma laugh loudly. In response, Josh thumped him hard on the shoulder.
"Cheeky git. Well it doesn't apply here." Josh said, looking a bit bashful. I had just assumed that Tom was one of Fatma's friends that I had never met. Although, now I felt stupid for thinking that when it was so clearly obvious that Tom was actually one of Josh's chums. "How about we get some drinks? What do you want ladies?"
"A double of Jack and coke, thanks Hun." Fatma said, giving Josh a small kiss on the cheek. "For the record, although your dick is big- it isn't that big!" Fatma laughed again and winked at Josh which earnt a cheeky smile from him.
"I'll have the same. Thanks."
After a few rounds and a lot of flirting later, the boys got up again to get the third round of drinks. Tom had parked in one of those overnight carparks and we had both agreed that we should enjoy the night and get a taxi home. Little did he know; we'd be getting separate taxis. Or maybe he had already assumed that. Who knows. I waited until the boys had left for the drinks before I said anything to Fatma, I wanted her at least a little tipsy before I spoke to her about the mess I had found myself in. "I need to speak to you about something really important." I said whilst looking at the empty glass in my hand.
"What happened?" I could see the concern in Fatma's eyes.
"Well, it's a long story." I say grimly. Time was already getting on. It was already past 10 and I had to allow at least half an hour for the journey home on top of booking a cab, to make things worse the wound on my neck was really starting to sting again. I had had the car journey here to think about what to tell Fatma but didn't come up with much, only that I should try to get her to go home with Josh like we had planned earlier. "But, in short; the back door is broken."
"What?! How?!"
"Well- don't panic! It's being fixed-"
"Someone's already there? Alone? Are you kidding me? Why didn't you just pick up your phone earlier and tell me or better yet tell me when you first came in?!"
"It was, complicated-"
"I would have come home, Julie!" I let out a loud sigh and put my head in my hands. This was not going well. But I couldn't surprise her with everything at once so I thought the door was the best thing to bring up and deal with now. "Julie, what on earth happened to your neck?" I touched the area of my neck that Rick had cut lightly with my fingertips. It was bleeding again.
"It's a long story."
"Did someone break in? Julie! Look at me!" I looked up at her. I felt tired, it was all too much in one day, especially after work. I just wanted to go home to an empty house, kick off my shoes and hide under my bed covers. "What happened?"
"Just, leave it. I'll tell you tomorrow." Time to leave. I'm sure Tom won't mind too much and even if he does… it doesn't matter. I reach for my handbag, one hand covering my neck whilst getting up and turning around to the stairs, I can hear Fatma also standing up from her chair, calling my name but I ignore her. This was all a big mistake.
"Julie, you're not going anywhere yet. Not without telling me." I can feel her tight grasp on my wrist. I try to shake her off, and walk faster to the stairs but she is still right behind me. "Julie, hang on a second!"
"Whoa!" I was so caught up in getting out I ran straight into Tom coming back with the drinks with Josh behind him and now one of the two he was carrying was on me. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you- hey, are you okay?" Tom said. Both he and Josh looked at me worriedly, obviously noticing the blood.
"It's fine- I'm fine. I just need to use the bathroom." I raced up the stairs with Fatma close behind me. I could hear her shouting down to Josh that she'd be back in bit or something like that. I wasn't really paying attention to where my footsteps were taking me but walked through the door to the girl's toilets anyway and towards the sinks. Leaning on the counter I could feel a hand on my lower back. I could see in the mirror Fatma's concerned expression but a worried Fatma was as bad as an angry Fatma. She obviously wasn't drunk enough.
"Julie, what's going on?" Fatma said gently. I could tell that she was struggling to not freak out, she had never been a 'cool headed' individual. Even at work, at the hospital, she was well known for her temper which had more than once gotten her into trouble. However, over the years of living together and studying together, she'd learnt that getting angry didn't do anything with me, like her, I was also one known for being rather hot headed.
"You're going to think I'm crazy."
"I won't, I promise."
"Before I say anymore, I need you to listen to me entirely before you interrupt, promise?" That earnt me a 'Are you actually being fucking serious?' look. "Promise?" I repeated.
"Yes. Yes. Okay, now shoot." Fatma said with her arms crossed above her chest.
Roughly 10 minutes and a wide eyed Fatma later, I had finished explaining. Well, the best I could anyway. I had made sure to mention that I did believe that these people were who they said they were although Fatma still needed some convincing.
"Are you shitting with me right now?" Fatma half shouted.
"No." I wobbled my bottom lip between my teeth out of a nervous habit. Fatma looked red in the face and ready to explode. "But if it helps, I wish I was." I gave her my best apologetic smile.
"Right, we're going home." she said decidedly, pulling out her iphone. Punching numbers in her screen to unlock it.
"What are you doing?" I said nervously.
"Calling the damn police like you should have done hours ago." Fatma hissed at me. "I can't even look at you right now, you fucking idiot." I snatched the phone off her before she could finish dialling. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Listen to me Fatma-"
"No, I'm done listening. There are actual psychos in our house which you've let ransack the place! There probably isn't one valuable item left!"
"I haven't! If you'd trust me for half a second and do as I say, then you'll see-" I felt the slap as it collided with the left side of my face before I saw it. I was always such a lightweight when it came to alcohol. Remember the stupid thing I talked about earlier? Well this is it. Telling Fatma the truth and expecting her to act like a calm and rational adult. At least Fatma had half the decency to look half guilty about slapping me.
With a final look, I spun on my feet and left the bathroom, walking through the bar and out. After 5 minutes of walking along the dark and cold road, a taxi passed me which I managed to flag down. Within another 30 minutes I was outside mine and Fatma's house. There weren't any police there, which was a good sign but I didn't doubt that Fatma was on her way either, probably with Josh and maybe even Tom.
AN: Well, what do you guys think? Julie is doing a very poor job at controlling the situation, and making a few ill-judged decisions. In relation to Tom, I was kind of going for a Colin Morgan look. He is hot after all, but more like the older version without the beard but the longer dark hair- similar to him in Humans but cleaner and with better clothes. Anyhoo… I hope you guys enjoyed and leave a comment or a review on what you think was good/bad etc. The next chapter shall be up soon. :)