Hmmm... I know most of you want something in Fabian's POV, but I want to keep his feelings a secret.

I don't own House of Anubis.

I took a deep breath and nudged myself gently out of his possible sight.

"See you when you get back!" Amber said to me, obviously not knowing that Fabian was here. She hugged me, probably giving me a few bruises on my rib cage. "Make sure you take lots of pictures for me in Paris!"

"Don't worry, I will," I said, managing a smile.

"Make sure you bring pepper spray," Patricia gave me a small smile and a quick hug.

Strangely enough, they were the only ones I still talked to from Anubis house. We're all in college. I hadn't heard from Mick and Mara since they broke up and she's becoming a doctor, while Mick lived in America. Jerome wanted to be a pilot for unknown reasons, Alphie became one of those people that work in a lab to try and find UFOs, Amber owned a cosmetics line, and Patricia was a school counselor. Fabian and I hadn't talked since we broke up, so I didn't know his story, but I wanted to be an archaeologist.

"Come back safe," whispered Jason into my hair when he got his turn for the hug.

Jason Rivers is my fiancé. We met three years ago, because we were both in the same college. He wanted to be a college professor.

"I will," I whispered back.

Jason's perfect, with his honey-brown hair with blond highlights, blue eyes, and sweet smile. I used to hold back a little, but ever since he asked me to marry him, I'm not scared anymore.

Things were back to normal as I temporarily forget about Fabian and made my way toward the train. After turning to give one final wave, I made my way onto the London Express.

I sat down in the middle section, pulling out a thick book called Ankh. It was a drama/romance, and it was about a group of kids that discover the cup- it wasn't anything like our adventures at the house, though. More drama, less mystery.

The train slowly started to fill up.

My eyes were glued to the page until I felt someone sit next to me. I turned, looked at the person, and almost had a heart attack. It was him! Fabian! This was like a TV show.

I mean, what are the chances that he would be on the same train as me, let alone sit next to me?

"Hi, Fabian," I squeaked.

He looked over at me in surprise. "Nina? Nina Martin?" When I nodded, he grinned. "I haven't seen you in such a long time! How have you been?"

"Good," I said. Fabian was acting as if he didn't break my heart, so I went along with him. "I moved to London after high school, to be closer to the college I go to. I live with my fiancé in an apartment, and we're in the same building as Patricia and Amber. You?"

"Well, after high school I went to Yale, the third best school in America, and I basically had to work really hard to manage a B. Eventually, I got everything under control, and met Isabella, my girlfriend. I'm working to be an astronomer."

"Archaeologist." I smiled, though hearing he had a girlfriend made me feel weird. "I miss the rush of finding old Egyptian stuff."

Fabian smiled back. "Ditto. I have to say I'm curious… why are you going to Paris?"

"There's an exclusive lecture on archaeology. My professor picked me to go. You're going to see the amazing exhibit, huh?" I asked, referring to the opening of a brend-new planetarium. It was supposed to be completely state-of-the-art, and a few members of NASA even worked there, hoping to discover some new stuff.

We were already a half hour into the ride, and we spent the rest of it chit-chatting. Isabella was really pretty, I learned from her picture.

Everything felt perfect. I was going to an elite, top-notch lecture, and things were just like they used to be, pre-breakup. Before I knew it, the train screeched to an ear-splitting stop on the rails. We headed off together in the sea of people.

"I'm in the Hotel du Printemps, you?" I asked.

"Hotel Therese." He answered, almost regretfully. That made me feel special, oddly. Like I cared if we were in the same hotel!

Except I did. Oh, no.

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This chapter took some research and, as far as I know, the hotels are real and you CAN take a train from London to Paris.

~RosePedal51