I walked down the streets wearing a humongous fur coat and boots. My beret covered my hair and I wore sunglasses. Ian walked next to me, in an equally bizarre outfit. We were trying not to attract attention, but by the weirded-out looks we were getting by the people around us, we weren't doing a very good job.

"Ia- Aaron, I don't think we're doing the incognito thing very well," I whispered furiously, using the fake name I had come up with for him.

"Well, Ivy, I think I realized that, but what can we do? This is hard for us," he said, equally furious, and using the fake name he had come up with for me. And, he was right. We both were used to having bodyguards protecting us from mobs of crazy fans and being social (though it took quite a lot of getting used to for me, that's still my weakest point). We were also used to being adored by so many fans- well, Ian was, at least. I'm not sure that I'm going to admit that…

We continued walking quickly. Our train left at 3:28, and it was 3:00. We brought nothing but what we were wearing and ourselves. The train should arrive at the Isle of Skye at 5, so I was in for a 2 hour train ride with Ian. Oh, joy.

Within 5 minutes of the departure, we showed the ticket holder our tickets and jumped onto the train, relieved. We found an empty compartment, miraculously, but it seemed that not many people were travelling that day. We took off our heavy coats and sunglasses and other strange disguises.

After about 10 minutes of traveling, I realized I was immensely bored. I was going to say something witty or clever, like, "Um…" but Ian beat me to it. "So, Amy, how about we play a game?"

"Why not?" I replied. "What kind of game?"

He smiled slyly. "Let's play the question game."

"How do you play?"

"Well, you simply asked a question and the other answers it truthfully, taking turns." He smirked, and I blushed. "Alright," I said defiantly. "Let's go."

"We'll start easy," he said. "Favorite color?"

"Jade green."

"Favorite author?"

"Jane Austen."

"Strangest thing you've ever done?"

"Well, there was this one- Wait, how come you keep asking questions? Isn't is it my turn?"

He smirked again. "Shoot, then."

"Um, okay. Um…What's your favorite color?"

"Easy…uh, green." He blushed when he said this. I wonder why?

"Favorite subject?"

"History. Okay, now let's just ask one question."

"Okay."

"My turn. What's something you really want to know?"

"My branch. And Dan's."

"Of course."

"What branch, if not Lucian, would you rather be?"
"Janus- then Ekatrina, then Tomas."
"Interesting."

It all started so innocently.

"Who do you think's hotter, Jake or me?"

That's when things started to fall apart.

"Ian, I really don't want to answer that…"

"Come on, Amy, don't be such a spoil sport!"

Then I got angry. "Oh, well I'm so sorry, Ian, for not doing what you want! Just because the rest of the world does, doesn't mean I have to!"

"What are you saying? The whole world doesn't bow at my feet! There are a lot of people that don't…

"Like?"

"Natalie, for example. Or Jake, or Dan-

"Could you name someone who you you're not related to? Or is a madrigal? Or someone who you betrayed by leaving them in a cave in Korea?"

Silence. What was I thinking, bringing that up? He wasn't supposed to know I still remembered- or still cared…but the damage was done. It was too late to take it back, so it was now or never.

"You still remember?" How he reads me mind, I will never know.

"How could I forget?"

"Yes…yeah, I see what you mean…"

"Yeah, if you've ever been stabbed in the back a million times, you'll know exactly what I mean."

"Amy…

"You didn't have to do it like that! You could have just, you know, worked with us to get the clue then leave us in the cave, but, no, you had to choose the worst possible way to do it!"

"Amy, I- What?"

"Ian, you didn't have to be so nice to me. To…to convince me that…that you actually liked me."

When Ian looked at me, he had the maddest look in his eyes. So full of something I couldn't comprehend, but was so sure that I felt and knew what it was…When the train came to a stop.

We got off the train and walked to the curb. I turned to Ian. "Let's just- let's just pretend this didn't happen, okay?" I think he knew what I was referring to when I said this. He nodded, then said in a brisk, business like tone, "Alright. So, let's get to work. Where could they be?"

I wasn't really paying attention as we were talking and walking. I was thinking about the train ride and our near encounter with the truth. That was only a taste of what was coming,I knew. And I avoided it this time, by some magical miracle. But I don't think I'm going to be so lucky next time.