As soon as we get off the ship, Loki grabs me, and we whirl at least a block away. Without my sister. I have no time to argue, as this all happens in a split second.

He whispers to me in a rushed manner, "Sorry to rush you away from your sister like that, but I had to tell you something, in secret. Whatever happens in the future, to us, to her, or to you, you must trust me. Everything will turn out fine. You need to trust me."

He repeats the word, trust, trust, I must trust him, it is ingrained in my mind. I must trust him, whatever happens. I feel dizzy for a second, which is odd because I've never been prone to dizziness, even when under stress. I close my eyes for a second, then look back into his eyes, daring him. Daring myself to ask the question, can I trust you? Then suddenly, the thought is gone, of course I trust him. The dizziness again. What is happening? I can't look into his eyes any longer, what's happening to me?

I tear myself away from his overly firm grasp, and slur the words, "What are you doing to me?"

I can see him smirk out of the corner of my eye, and it enrages me even further.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I nearly shout.

He says nothing, just puts a finger over his mouth, touches my hand and we fly away again, and this time, we encounter my tired and grumpy looking sister who was obviously just transported, and was not warned about it beforehand.

Infuriating. I hate him. Irritating. I can't stand him. Exasperating. Why won't he leave me alone? I repeat this mantra to myself for the rest of the day. He remains at a cool, mental and emotional distance from me, never showing me anything but politeness. I ought to be happy about this, I'm supposed to be grateful that I don't have to spend as much time with him. I'm not though. The only thing I feel is annoyance towards him for ignoring me. Not because of what he's done, but because I crave him.

'Going where ever we wanted apart from home' has apparently turned into making our way to Australia, as originally planned. However, we are now moving about on land, like humans, less conspicuous than flying around in a massive alien spaceship, I suppose. We wear "travelling clothes" as Loki calls them, suitcases, dark coloured clothing, anything that helps us blend into the crowd. Loki looks the most at ease out of all of us. I suppose he has been doing this since the beginnings of humanity. I wonder what he truly thinks of humans. Is he wary of them? After seeing all the horrors of past and present peoples. Or does he merely see them as large ants to be squashed?

Loki doesn't eat much, and when he does, it's only for show. Bree and I, however, eat as if it was our last day on Earth. Which, it may well be, the way things are going. We spend our nights in cheap motels, two rooms, each with two twin beds. Bree and I sleep in the same room and Loki has another room all to himself. He doesn't need as much sleep as the "lazy humans" do, so he has his own room, so as to not wake us up.

Frequently, I catch my sister and him whispering to each other before we all retire to our beds to sleep at night. The cold, calculating look on his face is temporarily replaced with a lighter, more playful look. That is the one I miss the most, particularly when it is dark, and I can't close my eyes, my shoulders cold and stiff, and I want him, only him. I think back to the first few days together, when I knew nothing about him, yet that didn't matter, we were together, and it was bliss.

One night I am surprised to see a crack of light peer through the door, and a silhouette enter the room. I don't protest when he gently lifts me off the bed, and carries me out of my room. I can still hear Bree snoring, even with the door closed. I am warmer than I have ever been before, I can feel it all through my body. His hands on me, and everything feels okay. We reach his room, and I am placed, as if I were a precious possession, onto his bed. He climbs in next to me, and puts his arms around my body.

"I get lonely too," he whispers softly.