-England 8am-
Sunlight, burning it's way through his eyelids. Waking him from the most pleasant dream he had in a long time. To know that the dream he had might never happen, brought a hint of sadness to his eyes. But he shook it off and continued to move on. He would eventually find what he was looking for and things would be solved. It was mere hours until he was told to find the object. He had a long walk ahead of him through the woods, but still, the manor boasted a new kind of adventure for Damien, and he had to explore. He never resisted before and he wasnt' about to start now. He had a job to do. Perhaps by searching the house, he could find a map or a clue as to where the cottage was. Heading upstairs he began his mission. Having had a peaceful nights sleep. Still he wondered why he was asked to come here. Why Zak asked him above all others to do this task. He searched through every room and came to the back room, where the door to back was. He opened it and slowly walked outside through the gardens he had strolled in years ago. The same garden, the broken vase from where his sister fell from the second floor balcony losing the twins. Alexandra almost didn't come back from it. What possessed Zak to keep the broken vase? Perhaps the memory was too hard to erase for him. Damien had his own marks from losing his wife and child. He understood. Damien wandered out of the garden and found himself losing track of time, he looked at his watch, it was around ten am.

-The Woods 10am-
Damien found himself in a large and quite massive wood. With trees that towered damn near towards the sky, starting to block out the light as he walked deeper and deeper into them. It began to get cold, the day beginning to lose it's battle with the night. Was this to be the last walk he would take? A wind ripped through the darkened woods, and a howl pierced the air. His head snapped around to take a look behind him. Okay, now he knew he was crazy for coming here. Was he ever going to see home again? Would he see his soon to be nephew being born? Would he see what would happen in Ally's life, now that she had Griffin? Was he a fool for coming all this way? Damien pressed on, shaking the thoughts from his mind. He had made a promise and he planned on seeing it through, even if it cost him his life.

"Damien, you are crazy. You have a match, and you managed to get yourself mixed up in this fight. You should have just told Micah the truth in that room. I might have had Radio not walked in. Doing this, this is proving to them all, that she's not past help. But why me?"

Damien pressed on further, when he broke through the next break in the woods, the cottage laid before him. He looked up, noticing the sun had begun to set. He lifted the key that Zak had given him from around his neck and unlocked the door, making his way inside.

-The Cottage Sunset-
Once the door had shut behind him he looked around. It shouldn't be to hard to find what he was looking for. He went from room to room and found nothing. There was one place he didn't think about looking. Walking down the steep stairs into the basement, that's when he saw what he was looking for. Micah.. the way she used to look. Not the tattooed punk rocker everyone had been seeing, but the real Micah. The Micah that had been adopted by Glenn, the one that used to cause Damien's heart to race... the Micah... well.. her body at least..



HER BODY!