ambercsi - Thank you very much!! I actually hadn't thought about that plot bunny, but I think I shall certainly be considering it now (so long as you don't mind)! And you're right about the chapter title!

Nienna Tinehtele - Thank you!! You don't have to worry about that - I'm just happy that you stuck it out with my baby. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.

Laplandgurl - I take it you've been keeping up with the latest episodes - I'm confused as to who they're hinting that they're going to be pairing Mac up with... and that whole 'she turned around'? I think i clearly misjudged Mac because I never pictured him saying that. So long as Maddie doesn't mind, I hope to use Gus again! And I had a day off today... I got in bed at 1am last night and didn't get up until 5pm today - I didn't realise how tired I was (:s)

Aphina - I'm finally feeling happy! I ditched one of the guys (wow, that makes me sound like such a ho!) And I quit my job! (:D) That was one of my favourite chapters to write - as was this one, actually - but I think it was one that was needed. Hopefully, Gus will be back

Trizzy - I really can't make my mind up with Kendall. I was fine with her until that street surfing eppy. But they should definately bring back Chad!! If you create a petition, I'll definately sign it!

Bmangaka - lol, she is, and will hopefully appearing again!

Devil-may-care101 - I figured I owed a double update. I'd do it again, but I've gone and messed around with the next chapter, so I don't have anything else to put up. You'll just have to make do with what is honestly my longest chapter yet! I agree, I think she would have exploded. I don't know what will happen with Gus - I shall see where my muses take me

demolished-soul - I can't talk, because I'm a geek and I love the films. However, I do agree that they seem to be taking over the world. I do think that Disney need to release a new 'classic' - an original, not something like 'Mulan 4'!!

meadow567 - I know what you mean - I think I spend too long over analysing names though. I won't be racking the money up for much longer though. I did the insane thing and quit one of my jobs... maybe I should go and see a shrink, lol! But there will be more

sparkyCSI - Foot-in-mouth disease. Hilarious... until you suffer from it yourself! I'm hoping that I can produce some more chapters myself! And sadly, the name matched... yeah... that's been fun...

Right guys, I'm sorry for another disappearing act - I think I may have sorted a few of my problems out though! In the meantime, you can have the longest chapter I've written yet! Actually, that's a lie... this chapter was co-written with sparkyCSI (my fabulous beta), so it wasn't completely me! I hope you enjoy!

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 196: Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers

Flack rolled over and stretched, and glanced at his alarm. It was only six, and he had another half hour before his alarm would wake him up. He stretched again and glanced over to his right, surprised to see that Taylor was still asleep next to him – with her not sleeping much, it was almost a rarity to wake up and find her in bed next to him. He smiled as he watched her sleep. Whether she was willing to admit it, the other day with Gus must have done some good, because this was the third day she was still asleep when he had to get up.

He reached over and knocked his alarm off, not wanting it to wake her as he disappeared to the bathroom. The bare floorboards were freezing below his feet, and the bathroom felt like an icicle. Whilst they had rushed to get Cordelia's room decorated and finished, and Alex had provided them with a new bathroom, that was about as far as they had gotten with the decorating, and while they were waiting for an afternoon they could retile the bathroom, the radiator was still leaning against the wall.

Thankfully, the hot water was working properly, and Flack dove into a hot, steamy shower. It also meant that he got dried and dressed in record time, seeing as the room was so cold. Once dressed, he headed back to the bedroom, and smiled to see Taylor still asleep, now sprawled out across the bed.

Behind him, noise was beginning to emerge from Cordelia's bedroom – yelps of what sounded like excitement. As Ruben has spent the night, Flack pulled the bedroom door closed and headed to the children to try and nip the noise in the bud. He pushed Cordy's door open to find them staring out of the window at snow, which was swirling around.

'Hey Uncle Don,' Cordy yelled, throwing her pyjama clad body at him. 'It's snowing! Can we go make snow angels?'

Flack grinned, glancing down at his watch. 'Get washed and dressed, and we'll get some breakfast in you. And then we'll see.' There was an excited cheer at that. 'And keep your voices down,' he hissed. 'Taylor's still asleep!'

Leaving the kids to sort themselves out, Flack headed downstairs, still shivering, and hit the central heating on as he walked into the kitchen – clearly it was time to work out how to set it properly. He flicked the TV on low to keep an ear out for the schools which had been closed as he began pulling out the breakfast food.

After hearing nothing about Cordelia and Ruben's school, Flack decided to call them, and was disappointed to hear that it was actually open. He hung up and stared at the phone in amazement, wondering when the last time was he had been so excited about snow, and more importantly, that he had been considering calling in with a personal to play with kids that weren't his own. Sure he coached basketball at the Y, but that was worked around his shifts.

'Can we go make a snowman?' Cordelia cried, charging into the kitchen, already wearing her coat, scarf, gloves and hat, Ruben right behind her.

'Get some toast in you, and then we will go play in the snow,' Flack conceded. 'I think we can manage an hour before I have to get you to school.'

'But it's snowing,' Ruben moaned. 'It's a Snow Day.'

''Fraid not, kid,' Flack told him, actually feeling guilty. 'Your school is open and ready to teach.

Ruben was sulking all while eating his breakfast, but as soon as Flack opened the door to the street, it was gone as he jumped into the frozen white stuff. Flack followed him down the steps, almost slipping on the snow. He stopped, turned to head back inside to grab a shovel, and stopped when he saw Cordelia peering nervously at the snow. 'You alright, Worm?'

Cordelia nodded, still looking anxiously at the snow.

Flack frowned as a thought came to him. 'Have you ever seen snow?'

Cordelia stared up at him, her blue eyes wide, and shook her head. 'Only on the television.'

'It's not gonna hurt ya, squirt.'

'I know,' Cordy agreed. 'It's just so pretty.'

Flack smiled and headed back inside, grabbing a shovel from the cupboard under the stairs (where they had been storing all the tools and the likes) and headed back outside. By time he was back, Cordelia and Ruben were on their backs, making snow angels... in the middle of the sidewalk. Flack laughed. He couldn't help it.

--

Nearly an hour later and Flack was standing outside his bedroom, watching as Cordelia and Ruben were crawling across the floor, surprisingly quietly, snow in their hands – their target, a still sleeping Taylor. He had experienced a twinge of guilt, but considering her alarm was going to go off shortly – she had wanted to spend a day at her office – the expressions on the children's faces was worth it.

--

Taylor looked around. The air smelt damp and of old fish, and it was cold in the warehouse. It was quiet too. She frowned. She was back, and although she knew it was a dream, her body was moving by its own accord. She glanced back behind her; knowing she was being followed, and tripped on the metal rung of the suspended walkway she was creeping along. The piece of metal she kicked went flying over the edge, but instead of landing with a crash, it landed with a splash.

Taylor glanced over at the walkway's edge, and figuring she knew, or at least, had a good idea of what was there, carried on walking to the door.

In front of her, the walkway widened as it reached a door. To the left, where the walkway was the widest, were a couple of drums. Taylor barely had time to process the items as door burst open in front of her and Flack came dashing out of it, his gun drawn, aimed at something behind her.

'Don!' she yelled, knowing what was happening, her body not being able to do anything to stop what was happening.

'Taylor!' he yelled, his voice sounding like he was shouting in slow motion.

It was happening again. Halfway down the walkway was a man – the man, she knew, she had been trying to get away from – also with a gun and it was pointing right at them. There were several loud bangs as both Flack and the other man opened fire upon each other and then Taylor was pushed out of the way behind the drums.

Taylor whirled around in time to see Aiden vanishing, and also in time to see Flack get hit twice in the chest as the gunshots stopped. Still moving in slow motion, Taylor scrambled to her feet as Flack, moving at normal speed, dropped him gun and looked down at the crimson blood which was soaking his shirt.

Just as Taylor was almost in reach, he looked up at her before stumbling back and hitting the railing behind him.

'DON!" Taylor screamed as he went careering through the railing and into the black abyss behind him.

Around her, the room was closing in as it got colder and colder. Somewhere in the background, she could hear laughter, the air growing colder and colder, her feet numb.

And then Aiden appeared. 'It was meant to be,' she told her, nonchalantly, placing a hand on Taylor's back. The hand felt like ice, dripping down her back.

'No!' Taylor screamed, jerking over and falling out of the bed. She lay on the floor, unable to move as the panic immobilised her body.

'Taylor?' Flack was over at her side in a second – that wasn't quite the reaction he had been expecting.

'Oh God,' Taylor gasped, as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled him to her.

Flack glanced at Cordelia and Ruben's terrified expressions long enough to make a split second decision. 'Don't react,' he hurriedly whispered in her ear. 'Cordelia and Ruben woke you up with snow.'

Taylor looked up over his shoulder at the children who were frozen on the bed, forcing her brain to kick into gear.

'I'm sorry,' Cordelia gasped, looking ready to cry.

'You got me good,' Taylor told them, forcing a smile as she pulled herself away from Flack to sit upright. 'First snow of the year, then?' she asked, pulling back the curtain and looking at the white world before her. 'Did you make a snowman?'

'Snow angels,' Flack told her, when the two children didn't respond.

'Well later, if the snow's still there, maybe we should make a snowman,' Taylor suggested, hugging herself as she shivered.

'Can we make it as tall as Don?' Ruben asked, his eyes wide as he finally found his voice.

'Bigger,' Taylor told them, crouching down to their level, and laughing as the stared up at Flack, their mouths hanging open.

Flack laughed too. 'Now go get your school uniforms on and let Taylor get dressed.'

'Aw,' the pair moaned.

'You want to make a snowman later?'

They were gone. Flack turned to Taylor. 'And what was that about?'

Taylor shivered again. 'It was just a bad dream,' she told him. 'And with the snow waking me up – I thought it was real for a moment.'

'Tay,' Flack started gently, but was disrupted by Cordelia and Ruben back in the doorway. 'I'll get these two to school,' he sighed.

Taylor gave him a grateful smile. 'I'm going to be in the office all day.'

'Have fun,' he responded, rising to his feet.

'You too.'

--

By the time Taylor had walked into her office, the snow had turned into one big slushy mess, and her feet were freezing. She slipped into her office, flung her coat onto the overflowing couch, and dropped into her chair. The truth of the matter was, that the weather outside wasn't why she was cold. The dream was still plaguing her, becoming more and more detailed – with the exception of the face of the shooter.

With a sigh, she pulled her mouse into a comfortable position, knowing that she was going to have to tell Flack. Sooner, rather than later.

Taylor opened up the document she had been working on last, and read through what she had written. Or at least tried. It was like she was seeing the words, but they just weren't registering.

After a good hour of getting nowhere, Taylor stepped back from her desk, raking her hands through her hair, and made her way to her window, her eyes falling on the sign of the cafe opposite; Louie's bagels.

Taylor shut her eyes and turned away, the sign conjuring up some memories she didn't want to remember. She glanced back at the computer and sighed, heading back to her seat. However, when she sat down, her attention was on the trash can, which had been emptied. Taylor grunted, her head falling to her hands.

Knowing there was only one thing to do, she grabbed her things together and walked back out of the building.

--

The subway was stuffier than normal, the windows steamed up from all the passengers who were slowly drying out from the slush. Taylor was almost grateful to get out into the chilly afternoon air as she resurfaced at the City Hall Station. That was until she was walking up Centre Street and her feet were frozen again.

No more than a few minutes later, Taylor found herself across the street from the Jacob K. Javits Federal Office Building staring up at the 41 storey glass and concrete construction. It took Taylor a further couple of minutes to pluck up the courage to walk in – there was something about walking into a Federal building which was extremely intimidating and automatically made her feel guilty.

However, the icy cold wind was soon enough to make her step into gear. She hurried across the road and into the reception area. The guy behind the counter gave her a quick glance, and not deeming her a threat, resumed whatever he was doing until she walked over.

'May I help you?'

'I'm not sure if I'm in the right place, but I'm after SSA Corrine Reid. But-'

'One moment,' the man cut her off, grabbing the phone. 'She will be up in a minute,' he told her. 'You can wait over there,' he said, pointing to the comfortable looking waiting area.

Taylor flashed him a smile which was lost as he was lost back in his work, then headed over to the seats, perching on the end of one, her eyes fixed on the elevator.

Taylor was staring at the still closed door wondering where the FBI agent was when a drawl interrupted her musing. 'Ms. Turner? I'm so glad you came down,' Cory said pleasantly.

'Don't get excited,' Taylor muttered. 'I'm not sure if I'm staying'

Cory bit her lip, but didn't let herself respond. 'Why don't you come to my office,' she replied instead of the scathing remark that was in the back of her mind.

Taylor glanced at the door, not entirely certain how comfortable she felt at being led into a building she couldn't escape from, when she spotted the McDonalds opposite. 'How about a coffee?' she suggested, pointing at the building.

Cory sighed, knowing that she was responsible for Taylor's lack of confidence in her office and relented. 'Fine,' she said in resignation. 'Let me just let my boss know that I'm going across the street.' She quickly pulled out her Blackberry and sent the email and then looked at Taylor expectantly. 'Shall we go?'

Taylor nodded and headed out of the door and across the street, not talking to Cory until after they had both ordered their drinks and seated themselves at a table by the window. 'I've never met Felix, or Antony, or whatever his name is,' Taylor blurted out

Cory sighed. 'I believe you, but somehow he knows you.' She looked out the window before glancing at Taylor, coming to a conclusion. 'Look, I'm sorry that you got caught in the middle of this. But I'm not going to apologize for investigating you. I was going off the information that I had at the time.'

Taylor's eyes narrowed. 'And what? Your policy is to investigate as if you're a bull in a china shop? Do you know hard I worked to build the bridges in that building?'

Cory took the jab but levelled a glare. 'Do you know how long and hard that I've worked myself up in the ranks. Now it's for nothing,' she shot back.

'Well it serves you right, doesn't it,' Taylor sniped meanly. 'Maybe you should have just asked me, and then, perhaps, we both wouldn't be trying to sort out the mess you've caused.'

'I didn't cause this mess! A rogue agent did. How the hell was I supposed to know that he was really a mole? I did an extensive background check,' she retorted and seeing Taylor's glare of disbelief continued, 'And yes I did find out how he did it. He had a contact in the NYPD wipe his records clean, then had the man killed. That's why all my damn hard preparations were for nothing!'

Taylor glared down at her coffee, snatching the lid off, and pouring an unnecessarily large amount of sugar into the cup before stirring it venomously. 'Well I guess it was only a matter of time before I got thrown out of that lab anyway,' she grumbled.

'I'm really sorry about that, but I was doing what I thought was right. Not that it matters to my bosses,' she muttered under her breath. 'But that's neither here nor there. If you didn't come to yell at me and you have no idea who Antony was, why are you here?'

'Because,' Taylor admitted as she stopped stirring the coffee. 'Louie was my friend. And he was killed in my car, by someone who looks like me.' Taylor looked up, meeting the agent's eye. 'He thought it was me. You thought it was me. And there has to be a reason for that, and I want to know it.'

'Maybe if we work together then we can get to the bottom of this?' Cory paused for a moment, part of what Taylor had said sunk in. 'How do you know that Louie thought it was you?' she asked suspiciously.

Taylor blinked. 'Huh?'

'You said that Louie thought it was you. How could you have known that?' Cory asked patiently.

'I meant Mac. Mac thought it was me,' Taylor said hurriedly, mentally kicking herself for that faux pas.

Cory levelled a stare at the nervous woman. 'Look, I wouldn't buy that load of bull from a fertilizer seller. We need to be completely honest with each other if we have a chance of unravelling who wants you out of the way. So why don't you be completely straight with me. I've been with you.'

Taylor shook her head. 'You haven't earned that trust yet,' she told her. 'Besides, that's not important, and it's certainly not going to be the case breaker.'

Cory shook her head. "Fine, I'll let you slide for now, but all the little details are important. I know you'll tell me if I need to know because I do trust you already. I don't know why, but I know I can." She paused, looking out the window for a minute. "If I had followed my gut, then things wouldn't be quite as messy. It is what it is. Why don't we go over everything we have? I trust that you would be comfortable enough to come up to my office now?"

Taylor sighed. 'Fine. I don't drink coffee anyway.'

Cory just laughed. 'Neither do I,' she said as she dropped her untouched drink into the trash can by the door.

Taylor managed a small smile as she mimicked the other woman's actions and followed her back across the street and into the federal building. As she followed Cory down the stairs, she quickly realised how she hadn't spotted her come out of the elevator – her office seemed hidden in the depths of the basement. Even the door didn't have a number, never mind a name, she noticed as Cory held the door open for Taylor to walk in.

Taylor looked around at Cory's office in amazement. She hadn't been too surprised at the number of corridors they had traversed to get to it, but upon walking in, Taylor was shocked. She was almost certain Harry Potter's cupboard under the stairs was bigger than this. 'This is... cosy,' she smiled politely.

Cory shrugged. "Let's just say the powers that be in my department aren't exactly happy with me, but it's an office and I'm not going to complain. Watch out for the boxes, I'm still trying to figure out where to put everything."

Taylor looked down just in time to see the box under her feet and dodged it, jumping over for the only other chair in the room and sitting down. 'So what made you think I was the connection? And why did he kill Louie?'

'I don't know why he killed Louie, all I know is that he told me that Sassone had been trying to get you into Tanglewood. This was supposedly an initiation killing,' Cory told her honestly.

Taylor burst out into a cackle of laughter. 'Sassone wanted me?' she gasped as she tried to catch her breath. 'He'd been trying to get me to help him for months and I didn't. I hardly think he wanted me in Tanglewood.'

Cory squinted her eyes. 'So why did Antony want me to think that he was recruiting you? Why the hell is Sassone so interested in you?'

'I don't know why Antony wanted you to think that,' she told her honestly. 'As for Sassone, he sent me a letter not long after he was arrested, requesting I visit him. I did.' Taylor shrugged. 'Call it journalistic curiosity. But all of the conversations were vague. He seemed to think I could get him out of prison.'

Cory looked like she was working all the angles in her head. 'So,' she began slowly. 'Sassone wants out of jail. That's not a surprise, but why does he think you can help him with that? Not like you're going to be a character reference for him. What do you have that he needs?' she mused.

Taylor shrugged. 'I thought he wanted me to write something. But he shot that idea down pretty quickly. It's not like I'm a key witness,' she added. 'I'd never seen him before until I visited him in prison.'

'What's the connection? There has to be a connection,' Cory almost growled, her frustration clearly showing. 'That is bugging the heck out of me. Everything's connected; even if you can't see it, everything is connected!'

Taylor stared in astonishment at the woman sat opposite her. 'You sound just like Mac,' she told her in amazement.

Cory shrugged. 'How so?'

'Everything is connected,' she said, trying to mimic Mac (and failing somewhat). 'That and he keeps prattling on about the integrity of his lab.'

Cory blushed slightly, thinking of the intimidating head of the lab. 'I agree with him. It's something that I've learned the hard way. But we just need to find that connection.' She grew pensive. 'The only thing I can think of that you have in common in Danny Messer.'

'Danny?' Taylor repeated in surprise.

'Yeah. He was close to Louie, who was in Tanglewood. Maybe Sassone wants to trip him up somehow. I know that Danny would never do anything for Sassone, so maybe he's trying to get under his skin.' She shrugged. 'I'm grasping at straws. How else is he going to get out?'

Taylor shook her head. 'From what I can gather, it's an open and shut case. Short of the evidence suddenly going missing, I don't see how he can get out.' She frowned. 'I just don't see how this all comes back to me.'

Cory's eyes opened as everything fell into place. 'Because the only other way for him to get out is to claim that the evidence was compromised!' She hit her head with her palm. 'God! I'm an idiot not to have seen it!'

Taylor stared blankly at her. 'Well I'm an idiot because I still don't see it.'

'You're not an idiot, but I'm trained to see stuff like this. If you were convicted of a crime, then Sassone's lawyers could claim that because all the time you spent in the lab, you could have compromised the evidence. Thus securing his release,' she said excitedly.

'That makes sense,' Taylor agreed, rubbing at her head. 'But why kill Louie. And I thought Antony killed Louie, not Sassone.'

'Maybe because Louie would see through the plot? Louie knew all of the people in the gang, he knew their hierarchy. The only thing I can guess that Antony wanted to gain control of the gang. That's why Sassone was killed, so I would guess that maybe he thought that Louie would be a threat to that. Plus, it was a great way to try to engineer your downfall.'

Taylor nodded slowly. 'Yeah, but Sassone is in charge of Tanglewood. Surely he would be able to see Antony as a fake before Louie, who wasn't even involved?'

'From jail? Maybe, just maybe if he wasn't in jail he could have seen it, but he was completely out of contact. My thought is that Antony thought that Louie still had contact with the old-timer's and would figure out what was going on,' Cory reasoned.

Taylor slumped back against the chair. 'So why was Antony/Felix so intent on stitching me up. Again. Because let's be honest, the first time Sassone tried it, he didn't exactly get a presidential pardon and a release. He was killed in prison.'

'Because you were an easy target. Sassone probably made it known that he wanted you compromised because of your contact with the lab. Bring down you, he had a chance to take down one of the best forensics labs in the country. So Antony-Felix or whoever decided that his plan intertwined with Sonny's and kept up the charade long enough to try. At least, that's my guess,' she finished with a smile.

Taylor slumped back in her chair. Suddenly, things were making much more sense. She frowned slightly, realising that she was going to have to admit to Flack he may have been right. 'When I get my hands on him...' she grunted, trailing off as she caught the sight of Cory's arched eyebrow.

'He's still AWOL,' Cory admitted. 'He's gone dark.'

Taylor scoffed. 'Coward.'

'He does face the death penalty,' Cory pointed out. 'He's killed, or orchestrated the killing of several men.'

Taylor twitched her nose. 'Someone must know where he is. He can't coordinate a giant gang takeover from the middle of nowhere. The Bullets have at least two safe houses in Pelham Bay, one up in Washington Heights, and apparently one in Harlem.'

Cory gave her a sharp look. 'How do you know that?'

Taylor shrugged. 'Research.'

'Research?'

Taylor nodded. 'Just because I'm not a cop doesn't mean I don't have contacts. And I thought you had all my notes.'

'I don't understand shorthand. And my analysts have had fun with some of your notes. They tell me you like making squiggles up.'

'Yeah,' Taylor admitted. 'It's not my strongest style.'

Cory looked over at her, suddenly looking hopeful. 'Will you go through them with me? You may have stumbled across something without realising it.'

Taylor was about to agree when the room's temperature dropped a few degrees. She clamped her eyes closed as she prayed that there wasn't a ghost behind her. Of course she wasn't going to have that much look.

'What are you doing in a closet?' Maddy's voice carried clearly through the room. 'And who's that guy?' she asked.

Taylor peeked her eyes open to find Maddy standing behind Cory's desk, pointing to a picture Taylor could only see the back of. 'I don't know.' Taylor muttered, looking down at the ground as she scratched a non-existent itch behind her ear.

'I'm sorry, what?' Cory asked her, shivering a bit at the cool temperature. 'Damn air conditioner,' she muttered as she reached for the temperature control.

Taylor quickly shook her head, throwing a glare at Maddy as Cory's attention was on the thermostat. 'Nothing,' she said, cringing as Aiden appeared.

'He's cute,' Aiden informed a horrified Taylor as she peered in for a closer look.

'You have got to be kidding me,' she muttered. 'And leave that alone,' she hissed at Aiden, who was prodding at the photograph

'What? I don't want it to freeze in here!' Cory retorted and turned when she heard the sound of breaking glass.

Taylor looked around the room. 'Wow, the traffic vibrations are really bad in here. I think you need to tell your boss you new office is a health hazard and things get broken spontaneously,' Taylor finished lamely, not even believing what she was saying as she glared at Maddy who was now laughing hysterically. She gave Cory a weak smile.

Cory raised an eyebrow before glancing down to see what was broken. 'Damn it! I hope that it didn't mess up the picture,' she exclaimed whilst carefully lifting the picture frame. With a frown, she glanced around the room. 'Traffic vibrations?'

Taylor shrugged. 'Subway? I don't know. '

'Mmmm,' Cory nodded with a frown, clearly not convinced.

'What are you doing here?' Taylor hissed.

'Taylor? Are you okay?' Cory asked, concerned that the woman seemed to be rambling.

Taylor looked over at Cory and was midway through nodding when she changed her mind and slowly shook her head instead. 'I think I need some air,' she said. 'It's feeling a little crowded in here,' she added, giving Maddy a pointed glare. 'Can we rain check?'

Cory nodded. 'Um...sure. Let me give you my cell number. It's easier to reach me there, since this place,' she trailed off as she gestured around the small space. 'Let's just say I don't like to spend my time here.'

I must apologise (again!) for the long time missing. I haven't stopped working (again)! That and the fact my job has been making me that miserable, I think I scared my muses off.

So I have done something that only a truely insane person would do during this current economic situation. I handed in my notice. I actually did. I think it may have hit home with my boss - she asked me if I had another job, I said no... she really couldn't understand it... actually not many people can. But the fact is, I am happier... and my muses are back!