'You lost a lousy selfish friend, a guy you never really had. You lost nothing. I lost a really good friend. I lost everything.' Rayanne Graff, My So Called Life.

I've decided that instead of writing a daily diary I'm just going to write. Since my days and nights, and lets be honest life, have lost any semblance of structure and direction, it seems apt too that I let this story continue with the same cock-eyed flow of chaos. I don't know which time zone I'm in now nor that which I'm about to enter. What I do know is that I'm about to undertake a great journey, and as such to document my travels, this story will now become a journal; a more mature scrapbook of my ramblings as I trek halfway around the globe on my quest to rescue Louis.

Authors note: This prologue is dedicated to @Samantha for all her awesomeness, support and general all round fangirl loveliness.

The opening song for this story is Like A Prayer by Madonna. I know it's old school but if you make it to the end of this story I want you to come back to this prologue and re-listen to the song and I hope you will agree that it is fitting.