Sorry for the delay- I've had this waiting for you but I've not had internet! Moved into my flat and the stupid internet company kept letting us down. Not sure why it took over a month to sort out internet!

Someone was watching me. I felt it. I turned around and saw the silhouette I had seen a few times before, except this time it was only a few metres away.

'Whos there?' I asked, trying to keep my voice even and stern. Zed wouldn't be long, so if I kept he or she busy by talking, I'd be fine.

The silhouette moved closer to me until he was lit by the streetlights.

'Sam... what are you doing here?' He almost-smiled, but not a pleasant smile. 'Have you been following me?'

He shifted awkwardly. 'I had to make sure you were safe.'

I let out a sigh of relief. 'Thank god. I thought someone awful was going to happen.'

'Don't marry him Sky.'

'Why?' I raised an eyebrow, suspiciously.

'Because he's dangerous?'

'Ha!' I laughed. 'He's not at all like that.'

'You don't know what he is Sky. I don't trust him.' His eyes were sincere and I wondered what he meant by what Zed 'is'.

'What on earth are you talking about?'

'He can do things normal people can't. He's dangerous.'

Ah, so he knew Zed was a savant. 'Don't be daft.'

'I'm not, you have to believe me. He can talk to people in their minds and he can see the future.' He stepped closer to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. 'There's humans and there's savants, Sky. Savants are dangerous. They have powers. They can make you do things, put thoughts into your head.'

'And where have you heard all of this?'

He removed his hands and shifted awkwardly. 'I'm a savant, Sky.'

My eyes widened in surprise. 'What's your... power?'

'I can make people feel different emotions. Anger, sadness, happiness, joy. Whatever it is. I'm dangerous, Sky, and so is Zed. You need to find someone normal.'

'Normal?' I scoffed. 'Sam, you idiot, I'm a savant too. I found out when I moved here and Zed spoke into my head. He's my soulfinder.'

'Soulfinders don't exist.'

'Don't they? Well I've met a lot of people who have found their soulfinders. For the record, you following me around is really creepy. How long have you been following me for?'

'A few months.'

'A few months?! Are you telling me that you were following me before we met in Hollister? Why?'

'To keep you safe.'

'To keep me safe?' I looked into his eyes and he looked away. 'Sam, you've always been a terrible liar.'

'Sky, why are you still... oh... hello Sam.' Zed appeared at my side and wrapped his arm around my waist protectively. 'What are you doing here?'

'He was just leaving.' I replied on Sam's behalf. He shifted awkwardly, refusing to meet my eyes, before disappearing into the night.

'What was that about?' Zed asked, unlocking the door to our apartment.

'He found out you're a savant. Says you're too dangerous for me.'

'Ha.' He grinned, pulling me out of the cold. 'How did he find out?'

'He's a savant too, although he didn't realise that I was.' I closed the door behind us and we walked into the living room area, shedding our warm layers as we went.

'Well there's nothing to worry about.' Zed pulled me close and kissed my forehead. 'In less than eight months time you'll be Mrs Sky Benedict.

I smiled against his shoulder. Yes I would. If everything went to plan.

I didn't hear from Sam for a while. Spring rolled round and the Vancouver countryside was filled with wildflowers and the sound of birds chirping. Zed and I had started to go for walks every weekend, determined to spend time together even as college assignments got harder. We found ourselves spending most of our time in a music room or in the library, so it was nice to have some fresh air and some warm sunshine. Zed pulled the crusts off of his sandwich and headed towards the water, throwing the leftover bread to the ducks.

I sighed and then jumped when my phone beeping caught my attention.

Have you seen the advertising campaign?

Sam was texting me. What advertising campaign? It took me a moment to realise; Hollister. It was halfway through March now and their promise to have the campaign out before summer started had been kept. I'd avoided looking at any of the 'sneak peeks', feeling self-conscious about myself in a bikini and the cosy photos with Sam.

No.

I wasn't really feeling a chatty response, especially after he'd ruined my good mood.

Hey, I'm sorry okay. I just thought you might want to know. There are billboards all over town.

Fantastic. Just what I needed. I put my phone back into my back.

'Everything okay, beautiful?' Zed smiled, heading back towards me. He planted a soft kiss on my lips and sat back down beside me. 'Have you made up your mind about Spring Break yet?'

We have just two days of college before it started; one was a music exam, but after that we had a wonderful two weeks off. Half of the students were heading on holiday and Jenni was desperate to join them. Zed's friends, George (Jenni's still-boyfriend), Bleu and Rob were booked to head off to New York, but having just paid off our wedding, it was hardly affordable.

'We can't really afford it.' I frowned. 'As nice as it would be to get away.'

Zed rubbed his head. 'Where would you like to go?'

'Jenni's upset we aren't going to New York. She didn't want to be the only girl.'

'Well we could look into some last minute deals? Plus Phoenix and Yves are near there. We could always stay with them.'

'That's hardly fair.'

'I bet they'd love to see you. And I'm sure Luna would love a cuddle with her godmother.' He squeezed my hand and smiled.

'I still feel bad.'

'Don't.'

I didn't feel as bad Wednesday morning when we took a five and a half plane ride to New York. We landed in Newark airport, where we were greeted by Yves' embrace. Jenni had flown with us and was meeting George in the city after we had had dinner with Phee and Yves. The city air was warm for March and I was surprised to see the cloudy sky.

'Woo, spring break!' Zed laughed.

'Well at least we'll stand out when we get back... no highlighters, no liver damage...' Jenni sighed.

'Speak for yourself.' I winked. 'I'm definitely looking forward to a good night out in the city that never sleeps.'

'I'd better book our babysitter.' Yves smiled, his eyes tired.

'How's Phee and Luna?' I asked.

'Both tired.' He laughed. 'It's weird, she sleeps through the night which is a rareity apparently. Yet, we're still exhausted. Phee's always feeding her or changing her diaper or I'm playing with her or burping her... it's never-ending.'

I pulled my suitcase off of the conveyor belt. 'I don't envy you.'

'You'll be in the same boat soon.' He winked.

My eyes widened. 'Not until I've finished college!' And not until the idea of having a baby to look after doesn't scare me to death anymore.

As you can imagine, Yves and Phoenix lived in the financial district of the city, near where Yves worked in a top company creating new technology inventions. Wall Street was two blocks away, and the apartment blocks were very attractive to look at; large pillars, cream and grey coloured marble buldings with large white-framed windows. Yves parked in the underground car park and we took the lift into the lobby area; marble floors, mahogany-carved and curved desks and security guards with radios and guns.

'Afternoon, Mr Benedict.' One said with a smile.

'Good afternoon.' Yves smiled in return.

We caught the elevator up to the fifth floor, the lift opening straight onto a door. Yves unlocked the two locks and we followed him inside, our jaws dropped. We walked into the open-plan space; two large cream 3-seater sofas on the cream-marble floor, a modern-Ikea-looking coffee table, a large flatscreen television and lots of bookcases. As we looked around, I noticed the room divider hiding Yves' Apple Mac, and the kitchen was sectionned off by a large breakfast bar with three stools. There was a large glass dining table with fashionable black leather chairs tucked under it. On the walls were photographs of the family, some even of us; without the photos it would have been a showhome.

'Are you sure you have a baby?' Jenni laughed, reading my mind.

'Hello, hello!' Phee appeared, looking exhausted, a muslin blanket over her shoulder. 'She's just got to sleep!'

We greeted her with a hug before being given the rest of the tour. The apartment was three bedrooms; Phee and Yves' room looked like it was from a catalogue with the monochrome and purple colour scheme. The nursery was a baby heaven with pale pink walls, images of cute animals, soft toys, books in a bright pink book shelf and a white wooden cot with a curtain draped over the top. Our guest bedroom was small but fitted a white walk-in-wardrobe, a large white leather bedframe covered with a soft memory-foam mattress, expensive-looking white sheets, plump pillows and a white sideboard stretching around one side of the wall, covered in vintage books. The view from the window caught my attention; they had a courtyard garden covered with fake grass, potted plants and a patio table set. It almost made me forget we were in the city. The garden had high fences so it did not shatter the illusion.

'Your home is beautiful.' Jenni complimented as we sat down and enjoyed our lasagne late-lunch.

'Thank you.' Phee smiled. I looked up at her and wondered how overwhelmed she felt when she moved in her. This Phoenix was a million miles away from the girl we had rescued from her 'pickpocketing or death' career in London. She wore comfy levis and a loose-fitted shirt, a similar style to then, but her clothes were well-fitted and clean and happiness radiated off of her, despite her tired eyes.

I just hoped everything would work out for Zed and I like that.

After our late cooked lunch, Jenni headed off to find George. We had agreed to meet up for some sightseeing the next day, but I had decided to have a night in.

'They look so exhausted.' I whispered to Zed as we hung our clothes in the walk-in wardrobe of our bedroom.

'I know.' He replied, shaking his head. 'Remind me not to have kids anytime soon.'

'Same here.' I smiled. 'I just wish we could help.' I paused as an idea struck me. 'Zed...'

'Yes...' He smiled with uncertainty.

'I've got an idea.'

'Are you sure?' Phoenix asked us three hours later, as she straightened her black dress. 'You don't have to do this.'

'You both need some time together.' I smiled, reassuringly.

'You know where everything is? Milk's in the fridge, diapers-'

'Are in the changing table cupboard in the nursery.'

'Sorry.' She blushed.

'We can do this.' I hugged her.

'We can?' Zed's eyes widened.

'Yes.' I elbowed him with a frown. 'Yes we can.'