I didn't need to say anymore, the moment Heath realised what this could mean, which was in about five seconds, he rushed towards the blonde mass of curls that was getting away from us and steadily disappearing into the crowd. I followed him too, but at a slower pace. My mind was filled with the notions and wild plans that came with the discovery that someone could feel me, well, other than Heath. With any luck, he would be able to tell me who I was. Maybe he'd see me too? Like Heath did...but even if he couldn't...at least...at least, I can figure out who I was.

Blonde curls, was it just a coincidence that in one of the few fragments of my memory...I was kissing somebody with blonde curls? No. It couldn't be just a coincidence. So far nothing had been a coincidence. Cause and effect. Every action I'd taken had had some sort of effect, I was fast learning that nothing was coincidence anymore, call it fate or destiny or whatever you'd like but it doesn't change the fact that everything I'd done so far has had some sort of counter effect on me. Me and Heath.

Finally I saw the blonde head, retreating into the distance. Then I saw Heath, who was running like his life depended on it (which it probably did, since the only way he could return to his old life was if I disappeared), hit the blonde boy with a crash. They both went tumbling down and seemed quite shaken. Heath recovered first and got to his feet fast, pulling the blonde guy up with him.

For just a nano second the blonde guy looked at me, his green eyes met mine and the world seemed to freeze over. Everyone stopped walking around me and disappeared into colorful blurs. All I could see was his green eyes. My heartbeat escalated, and the dull thudding tang in my ears. I looked around me, but nothing seemed to make sense anymore, except him...and even that...I was lost.

"I feel like no one sees me....I'm tired of no one noticing me..." the girl whispered, looking everywhere but at her companion who seemed to be fighting a silent battle of wits himself, she then averted her eyes and seemed oddly entranced by the floor. Then one tear fell out of her eyes. She kept her face hidden, like she was ashamed of it but her frame didn't tremble with the suppressed tears, she kept strong. A boy walked up to her and placed his arms on her shoulders, she seemed to be unable to look at him. The quiet, dark city around them seemed to set the mood for some dramatic scene from a movie. He gently pulled her to him "I notice you...I always have" her shoulders went limp and she relaxed to his warmth, she put her arms around him. He pulled away abruptly and frowned in concentration, like he was searching for the right thing to say. Then his expression changed and he kissed her. Chuck...

"Chuck," I said out loud. That was my clearest memory yet, "Chuck," I repeated, my voice grew louder to an almost scream, Heath looked startled but repeated the name in a questioning tone, he made it sound as if he was questioning Chuck but the question was directed at me. Heath's own green eyes brought me back to reality with a jerk. I nodded, still unable to take my eyes off Chuck. I marvelled the fact that he...I...remembered so vividly...the kiss...does that mean I...?

"Chuck!"

"Do I know you?" Chuck asked Heath curiously, obviously embarrassed that he couldn't remember Heath.

"It's me! Don't you remember? We were friends in school!" Heath said, with a air of confidence. Chuck looked extremely flustered now, you could practically see 'I don't remember' plastered across his forehead. Maybe it was this that made Chuck apologise to Heath quickly and stammer 'hi' Heath looked with satisfaction at Chuck.

"Wow, it's been a while! Come over to my house, I live close by! Let's celebrate our reunion mate!" Heath cheerfully, patted Chuck on his back. Chuck, looking obviously overwhelmed, nodded hesitantly. Then pointed at the store he'd apparently been heading towards before Heath and I got to him. Mutely he made his way to it, gesturing for Heath to wait there.

"Do you really know him?" I asked Heath, checking to see if Chuck had disappeared. Heath shot me an incredulous look.

"No, but apparently you do...Chuck... did you two know each other before?"

"I think...we did...I think...he and I..." he and I what? Dated? Were in love? It didn't matter now, seeing him had awakened memories more vividly than ever before but I was dead now, it didn't matter...

"Oh..." oh? That's all you've got to say?! No teasing? No snide remarks? But Heath had gone oddly stiff, like he'd been electrocuted and petrified at the same time. His eyes were sparking dangerously and he was tense. I suppose the joy of hoping that I was finally out of his hair was leaving him speechless.

Something kept bothering me at the back of my mind...Chuck hadn't given any sign of seeing me...

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Heath is looking intensely at Chuck, I can't decipher the emotions in his eyes, Chuck looks alarmed and slightly mousy when compared with Heath. Like an innocent child. I take pity on poor Chuck, who has begun fingering his teacup nervously. I slap Heath on his head, he exclaims at me angrily. Chuck looks shocked at Heath's apparent exclamation at thin air.

"Mosquito...." Heath mumbles. I roll my eyes. "Would you talk to him instead of just staring at him?! Ask him about me!"

Heath surveys Chuck as if summing him up, he seems angry at something. Finally he smirks, as if he'd just watched a mildly interesting movie and already condescended it.

"So Chuck...!" He says, cheerful smile back in place, almost as if it never left! Entangling his fingers, he leans forward to face Chuck.

"So, how have you been?" He asks Chuck, as if they really were good long lost friends.

"Uh...good, mostly. W-what about you?" Chuck seems to be trying to steer the conversation away from the fact that he thought he couldn't remember Heath, well, not his fault...Heath just made that up on the spot afterall...

"Have you seen my house? Of course I'm good!" Heath says cheerfully. I was right before, when I realised Chuck couldn't see me...but I pulled his hair once, that evening, he can feel me.

"So Chuck? Do you have a girlfriend?" Heath asked, slightly tactfully. Immediately Chuck looked depressed. For a moment, I thought he was going to deny having a girlfriend...then I would realise that I'd just confused my memory but then he sat up straighter.

"I did....but she....met with an unfortunate accident..." Chuck looked away, with a faraway expression...I couldn't decipher it. There was pain and something else....something I couldn't understand...

Heath looked at me, he wanted me to tell him if I wanted to know more, I could tell...I looked away, unable to truly consider what this could mean...a small part of me had still kept hoping I was alive....just...traumatized. That one part of me that had been alive through everything, despite everything....died. I put my hand to my forehead, and rubbed it whilst pacing the room. As if hoping that perhaps if I walked for long enough I'd realise some miraculous conclusion that could reawaken the part in me that just died.

But I looked at Heath meaningfully, I needed to hear this, I needed to know, even if it would just hurt me more. Heath nodded.

"Chuck, I'm so sorry...uh...how-"

"Car accident" I closed my eyes now, so it was a car accident, I'd been hoping that he'd say something that conflicted with my memories of the bright light but this, this explained it.

"What did I look like?" I asked Heath, he looked at me confusedly, I looked away "I don't remember .... what I looked like..."

"Do you have a picture, could I see?" Chuck nodded, still refusing to look at Heath. He pulled out a photo and handed it to Heath. I walked over immediately, peaking over his shoulder. There was a girl in the picture and she was smiling, her dark hair was piling down to her shoulders in a loose not. So I had black eyes....and fair cheeks...orange pink lips, I was tanned but not overly so. This is me? This was me? This was how I looked? My cheeks were feeling increasingly wet and the lump in my throat was getting heavy.

I remember the day that was taken...outside a charity event my mom and I attended, we'd got into a fight, I'd been upset...and Chuck...Chuck had cheered me up then he'd taken that picture of me...it was the day I first considered that I might be in love with him. Oh my god....how long did I live after that day? I was young...I had my life ahead of me...I had dreams...it wasn't my time to go....how could I be gone?!

Tears were pouring down my cheeks now, frustrated tears. It wasn't fair! I had plans I had ideas...how could it just be taken away from me like that?! Who could've been driving the vehicle that killed me?! Who was it that was responsible?! A new emotion replaced my frustration....something like...revenge.

Maybe not...maybe it was just anger mixed with curiosity and frustration producing a feeling similar to revenge. It wasn't deliberate after all, some poor bloke must have accidently hit me. I got up quickly and ran to the door without saying another word ... not trusting my voice. I left the house and ran as fast as I could. Not thinking, not feeling, just hurting.

Vaguely, I registered Heath call after me. He had to quiet his voice though, because the already fidgety Chuck wouldn't understand why he was uttering a letter wildly. I didn't care anymore...it was over. I tried to cheer myself up again, but my stomach contracted in discomfort as I wiped away the tears that had begun falling. I was dead, I was dead, I was dead. There was no mystery to my death, just a freak car accident. Are you kidding me?! After everything I'd been through, that's my great mystery?! A car accident. I told myself there were people more unfortunate than I, but which one of them has had to live as a ghost?

I fell flat on the ground. The rain beating down on my bare back, not that I could truly feel it. Sometimes imagination was worse than reality. Heath was my only comfort....what was I thinking?! He was probably loving the fact that I was gone, probably hoping I was gone for good. That whole trip must've just being his way of trying to send me back! He must've thought I led a depressing life and hoped that one happy memory would get me off his case.

I sobbed uncontrollably into the bare pavement. People passed me by, trampling right through me, I wept and wept.

"I'm dead...." I whispered to myself. Then I pushed myself to my feet.

"I am DEAD!" I screamed to the stormy grey clouds above me. It was like lightning struck me. The world swam in front of my eyes, its colors melding into one....one deep shade of black.

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I blinked twice, trying to get used to my surroundings. The lighting didn't change no matter how long I waited for my eyes to adjust. It was just pure black around me. There was no ground...no sky...no walls....just deep all consuming black. I stretched my hands out in front of me, flexing my fingers. Almost amused at the fact that I could still see them. They were covered in a blinding white light. My whole body was. This world was quiet. It was like an endless sea of black.

What am I doing here? I wondered to myself. What happened? Oh...that's right....I died. No, there's more to it. Is this the afterlife? Have I moved on? There was nothing around me. I wasn't even sure I was standing on ground. It was like I was floating in a starless, lightless, endless dark sky. Heath....the name struck me back to reality. Panicked, I looked around me. What in heaven's name is going on now?! I bellowed inwardly.

"Heath!" I screamed out his name, my voice echoed before vanishing. I screamed again. Then I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. When I stopped for breath it was like I hadn't moved an inch. Perhaps I had, but the surrounding was exactly the same so I couldn't tell the difference. I want to go back to him....back to the world...my thoughts gripped me in a desperate manner.

I thought it couldn't get any worse but now I'm stuck here? Where was 'here'?!

"Heath! Help me....please! Get me out of here!" I screamed, hanging my fists against the plain air.

"Hello there?" I looked up startled. A old man stood beside me, his body was made of the same white glowy thing mine was at the moment. I blinked at him, my first encounter with another ghost.

"Who are you?" I asked him curiously.

"Me? Oh just a old chap who's lived here for years...!" He told me cheerfully. I gaped at him, why was he cheerful about that?!

"What's your name?" I asked him, ignoring the weirdness of the situation. I'd worry about that later.

"My name? Oh kid, I've forgotten me name years ago!" Okay....maybe I miscalculated the weirdness of this situation.

"So what's your name?" He asked me. I looked around me, around him rather. Trying to find something like a doorknob. Then I realised this was all probably just a bad dream, I'd fainted outside Heath's lane and I'd dreamed up this weird-on-many-different-levels place. I punched my arm.....it hurt. Damn....this was real.

"What is this place?" I asked the old bloke, I didn't really have a name to give. He didn't seem to care either ways.

"This here is a spirit's waiting room! (I looked even more confused now and, for all his idiocy, the old guy offered an explanation seeing my perplexed look) oh don't worry child. You soon forget who you are and then you stay here for a hundred years before you move on to the good old afterlife!"

If I hadn't been scared before, I was terrified now. I had precious few memories before and now a random old guy I had never even met before was standing there telling me I would forget them as well! And casually too, like he was discussing the weather( Which was 'Black, black and more black!') I need to calm down. I must calm down. I studied the old man closely. He was dressed in a coat and shorts, his knobbly knees clearly visible. He had kind twinkling brown eyes and a fisherman's cap. There was a label at the back of his shirt. I regarded it curiously, not really making out the fine print.

"Little girl. I know it sounds bad, but once you forget the outside world, this world becomes like Paradise. Look at me for example! I've lived here for ninety nine years, you don't see me complaining! Everyone who becomes a ghost ends up here, the lucky ones may just pass straight to heaven or hell or the afterlife! We have to stay here for hundred years before we're ready!" I looked at the strange man, he was assuring me kindly that the strangest and the worst day of my life (well undead life)was my journey to paradise!

"What if I don't want to forget! What if I want to go back and finish my unfinished business?"

"But child.....you gave up on that...that's why you're here. You gave up on finishing your unfinished business so whoever's in charge has to finish for you. They make you forget, and the price for doing that is one hundred years here!"

Realisation slapped me in the face like an ice cold rock. Everything that was happening, was my own doing. I'd given up on the streets, unwittingly sentencing myself to a hundred years here.....without him. The man saluted me with his fishing cap and began to fade away.

"Wait! Don't leave me alone here!" I screeched after him, my hands wildly grabbing for him. They fell onto his coat, which was all that was left in my hands as he disappeared. I was going to forget everything? Memories rushed past me, most of them included Heath. I hugged the coat to my chest. No! I refuse to forget! I want to go back! But there was another voice in my head now. A gentle voice, almost like a lullaby. It was around me....inside me. I could hear music playing around me. A song....it was gentle, hypnotic music.

Go back where? The voice asked me, I got angry, what an obvious question!
"To his house obviously!" I retorted at it. Who's he? The voice asked me. I opened my mouth to cut out an angry reply, but it was like a fog had settled around my brain. I knew I shouldn't give in to it, but it was so easy to give up. To just let it all go. Wait...what was I giving up again...? I heard laughter inside my head, it was a pleasant sound, like the chiming of bells.

I shook my head violently, trying to kick the voice out of my head. "Go away! I have things to do!" I half begged it. Things? Like what? You don't even know your own name it mocked me.

"It's J!" I informed it indignantly, more laughter greeted me. I punched the air in front of me angrily.

"I need to go back.....I need to see him...." I muttered to myself, my voice flowing fainter with each octave. To whom? Remind me who he is again? The voice now sounded like my own. Who was he? What was I talking about....? Go back where? The voice began to sound more and more like my own voice as it mimicked my questions. Where am I again? Oh right I died and I live in this weird waiting room.....how funny. Everything seemed to be ten times funnier now. I shook my head again, what was I forgetting? Was it worth the effort of remembering? Where did I want to go again? What a pain these mind games were! I buried my head into the coat I'd stolen from the old man. What old man? The voice was back again. "He couldn't remember who he was!" I thought angrily. The voice chuckled. Shut up.....you're annoying, I told it. Something tickled my nose, I ignored it at first but it continued to pester me. I looked at it irritably.

It was a label. Automatically, I read what was written on it. Dry clean only. Do not expose to heath. Heath? A misspelling of 'heat'? No! There's something more....I knew there was. Something vital I was missing. Heath....green eyes ......more.....more....holding hands....fighting.....an....amusement park! Of course! How could I have possibly forgotten?!

"I want to go back to Heath!" I bellowed at the voice, it was like fresh strong wind blowing away the mist. The music started up again, but this time I didn't find it enchanting or even mildly hypnotic, more like a huge pain in the ass that was disturbing my peace! I yelled at it to be quiet and curiously enough, it obeyed. Shutting up effectively.

"Look, whoever you are, let me back to the mortal world!" I said, trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about. The voice did not reply.

"I want to see him again! I want to take care of my unfinished business! On my own!" I informed it, I knew it couldn't truly hear me....it could just sense my feelings. But I also knew, that there was not One damned thing in my feelings that wanted to forget and stay here!

Are you sure? I looked up in shock, I thought it had stopped replying. I smirked at the vast sea of black nothingness around me.

"Yes" there was a sound of cracking, the ocean of blackness began melting away through the cracks and something bright poured in to replace it. Something like....sunlight! I thought gleefully. I was free. And.....I was falling!!!

"Woah!!! What's the big idea!? Ever heard of stairs?!" I yelled at the remaining black as I fell through the sky. It was like a black room, or half a room now. That man I'd seen was back now. He was waving cheerfully.

"You did it Missy! You're free! One more year for me now!" He applauded, doing an awkward jig around the room, making me laugh.

"Thank you! Your coat saved me!" I screamed up at him, then with an afterthought "my name is J!" It was all I had, to show my gratitude. The old geezer twinkled down at me, doing a half bow. Then the black room simply disappeared. I never saw it again. The speed of my fall reduced suddenly and I lightly stepped onto the pave stones lining the street I'd given up in. It was early morning now. Night shift workers were leaving, yawning. Happy for a goodnights (well, technically good mornings rest....) rest. But they were not the object of even one percent of my interest.

I raced down the street to the gates of his house. At them, I hesitated. What if he was throwing a party? "In celebration of "my riddance of a certain pest...!" Maybe I'm no longer bound to him, after my experience in the waiting room. Maybe I should just leave while our memories are still good and happy. I sighed....made it all this way just to say goodbye huh? I've fallen low. I turned to leave, just as the oak door opened and Heath walked out. His eyes met mine immediately and the frown that he'd been wearing disappeared.

"J.....?" He called out, surprised at first. Almost relieved. He soon got over that.

"YOU useless! Idiotic! Annoying! Pest of a ghost! Do you have any idea how bloody worried I've been?!" He yelled at me. I blinked fast. He'd been....worried?

"How dare you leave interrogating your ex-lover, to find out about your past, while you disappear for hours?!" He asked me angrily. I remained silent through his lecturing, because all I could think of was.....it had only been a few hours. Thank god. My body started shivering uncontrollably, perhaps it was a side effect of being in the ghost waiting room. The absolute darkness scared me suddenly, fear I had not allowed myself to feel in there, came back in full force as I saw Heath again. I ran to him. Galloped to him....wait, why am I comparing myself to a horse?!

Then I hugged him, more like wrapped my arms around him, trying my best to be close to him. Not like the hug we'd shared in the amusement park, where I'd kept our bodies apart. All I wanted was to feel him right there, I felt his heart rate escalate. Perhaps in shock. His lecturing stopped as he gently dropped his arms around my waist.

"Your cold...." he told me, whispering as his head nuzzled at the nape of my neck.

"Yeah, it comes with being ghost...." I told him, I knew what he meant. I felt even colder than usual. And my body was shivering uncontrollably. This was bad....shivering was to generate heat....but ghosts are already dead so they can't produce heat. At this rate....I might just freeze completely.

Heath pulled me away from him, holding onto my shoulders. "And your crying," he informed me. I knew I was, did he have to point it out?!

"Is it 'state-the-obvious' day?" I asked him sarcastically. He shrugged. He gestured inside the house and began walking towards it. I found myself incredibly afraid that if he let go of me I'd suddenly find myself back there. So I ran to him and grabbed his hand, deciding that my embarrassment was smaller than my fear. Heath, who I'd expected to give me some snide remark, simply entangled his fingers in mine and led me in to his room. He seated me on the bed, I was still shivering uncontrollably.

"We need to warm you up, then you can tell me exactly what happened last night" I nodded submissively. He found a basin from somewhere and filled it with hot water from the shower. I wondered how that would help, I mean hello? In case anyone forgot, I'm still a ghost and henceforth unable to touch anything like water...! Hot or cold, I might add. The water was steaming, Heath suddenly plunged his hand into it.

"Heath?!" I protested, what on earth....? Had he become suicidal in the hours I'd been away?

"It's the only way. I'm the only thing you can feel, so the only way to warm you up is probably by transferring heat from me to you" I was speechless. Yes, you heard me. I, J, was speechless for once. Then I realised what this meant....and I blushed scarlet. My first instinct was to protest wildly, but then I caught Heath wince. He was doing this for me. I couldn't say no just like that.

I pulled my hair away and started talking fast about what happened to me in the spirit's waiting room. Talking was the only thing I could do to keep my mind off of his touch. He listened, commenting every once in awhile. He seemed angrier than I'd expected when I came to the part of making me forget him. Gently he ran his hot hands (literally) down to my feet. I had to admit, I'd stopped shivering as much by the end of my story.

"So what happened with you and Chuck?" I asked him at last, while he put the basin away. I noticed he had not once met my eyes throughout the whole story and warming up by touching me which felt electric session. It annoyed me.

"I found out he's an exorcist (how fitting....!) But he was unwilling to talk about the details of your death, he gave me the picture. Told me to throw it away, because he couldn't bear to do it himself. He also mentioned that this house was the kind of place you would've liked...."

"I do like it....." I said, fighting back tears "did you throw out the picture?"

He shook his head and said 'not yet' I found it on the table and had a long look at it. I was pretty. Very dainty looking, but strong. I laughed at myself for commenting on my own picture....I mean, who does that? It was because I still felt like I was looking at a stranger. The girl in the picture was me.....but at the same time, she wasn't. I don't know, its hard to explain. I think it was the memories that connected us into one person. I sighed and moved away from the picture to my window seat. The city was on the move again, the evening traffic faintly heard over the sidewalks before our home.

Home....? What a short time it took for me to fall for this place. And Heath....? What were my feelings for Heath? Was I falling for him? Not likely! I told myself. He's still a green eyed jerk! I walked away from the window and jumped onto Heath's bed. Needless to say....I went straight through the stupid thing and ended up sitting under it. Cursing and groaning I crawled out and concentrated hard so I could feel it under me. Or something as close to feeling as a ghost could get.

"Shall we read that book you like pest?" Heath asked me, casually strolling out of the shower. Fully dressed of course, sorry to disappoint you. I nodded gleefully, yeah that would take my mind off the waiting room. Heath grabbed it off the desk and sat next to me on the bed, he was being nice for once. I should probably enjoy it before the usual jerk reenters the scene. So I leant back while Heath turned to the right page. I grinned enthusiastically. Heath held it up so it was clearly visible to me, I got involved in the story.

"My arm hurts!" He whined after awhile. I rolled my eyes.

"Men are such babies!" I told him skeptically.

"Says the ghost who was afraid to go into the haunted house!" I stuck my tongue out at him, it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"Wait, hold on. Let me get comfortable" saying so, he casually draped his arm around me so it was resting on my shoulder as he held the book with both arms, forming a sort of circle around me. Crap! Oh God....what was with my heart? And my stomach? And why did I feel so unbelievably happy? Like I was on a Hugh dosage of euphorine?

"Aw did you finally learn how to touch a girl?" I teased him. Trying to get my mind off of my heartbeat. Wait, why do ghosts even have a heartbeat again?

"What girl? I don't see a girl.." he said sarcastically.

"Get a prescription for Looney and blind my friend"

"I ain't your friend J" I bit back a reply, getting reinvolved in the book, which was not all that easy considering my heart had suddenly become very louder. Must be aftereffects of that stupid waiting room, I thought to myself dismissively.

It's not fair that boys smell so good after a shower, almost made me want to snuggle up close to him and bury my head in his chest.....I belched inside, what on earth was I thinking?! Focus on the book, not him. Book, not him. Seriously brain....BOOK, NOW!! Thankfully my brain agreed with me for once, I started on the part where Julia was reunited with Harry. Leaning forward in excitement, Heath sucked in breath suddenly. I felt bad for his arm. Oh well....! The book was too good to give up now.

It was suddenly very warm around me. I guess it was one of those freaky weather changes I'd heard Heath's manager mention once. Oh no....I was feeling sleepy. Like I'd felt when I was about to give in to the sweet melody in the waiting room. What if I woke up back there?! The thought sent an instant rush of panic through me. Instinctively, I Nuzzled my head into Heath's shoulder and let the smell of his soap calm my nerves. Surely.....they couldn't take me if I held onto him right?

Either way, it calmed me down to be with him. It reduced the knot of panic in my chest. Then again....this was Heath we were talking about. The guy who'd literally carried and dropped me off his bed when I was misbehaving, he would never in a million years let me sleep in his bed with him. So I did what any desperately afraid teenage ghost would do, I tricked the twenty year old. By pretending to be already asleep.

"Hey J! Come on! Don't fall asleep now! You dimwitted ghost!" Remind me to get him for that one. I just nuzzled my head deeper into his chest and mumbled "shuddup gijeo" before really allowing myself to fall asleep. I could practically see him rolling his eyes in annoyance but all he did was sigh and adjust himself slightly so I nestled more comfortably in his arms, gently placing his free hand on the corner if my waist, almost unsurely. This was a guy who was always sure if himself! Gently I placed my hand on his chest, feeling him groan ever so slightly . Then he turned the light off. I sighed, his scent engulfing me, maybe there was something more hypnotic than the waiting room's melody afterall....

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I concentrated really hard, trying to pick up my picture. I cursed again when my hand went through it. Why could I.....sit on furniture but not turn pages or pick anything up? Who wrote the ghost rulebook anyway?!

"What are you up to?" Heath asked me, emerging fully dressed in a black suit (that made him look annoyingly handsome and very distracting) from the shower. I pointed at the picture soundlessly, not trusting my tongue to form words. Heath came over to me, and he picked up the picture, effortlessly. Making me incredibly jealous of .... everything about him! He looked curiously at me. Crossing my fingers, I prayed that my annoyingly numb tongue could manage words. Come on tongue, don't desert me now! Not in front of this particular green eyed jerk and arch-nemesis of mine!

"I think there's something written at the back...." I told him, Phew! Looks like my tongue is still loyal to me! Heath flipped the photo, I leant over him so I could see. Lanch Queens Photography and there was a logo of some sort.

"It's the Cameras brand. One of those instant print types," Heath told me. I nodded, disappointed. I was hoping it was a note....or a address....or something that gave me a hint at least, to my past....my unfinished business. Heath seemed to be in deep thought, quiet for once. Then he looked up at me excitedly.

"J...! This camera is only produced and sold in one part of the country!" I'm sorry, I fail to see how that matters to me....? Other than discovering Heath was apparently a Cameras fan....? Then....it hit me. My hometown....this could be it. Was it too much to ask for?