Mystery POV:

"So what do I need to do?" His voice trembled in anticipation and I smiled slowly. He had no idea the pain he was to cause, the heartbreak his appearance would initiate. I chuckled softly and shook my head slowly at him.

"Nothing, my dear boy. Just be yourself" I slapped his shoulders and left him to ponder my words as he packed. He turned and smiled at me as I left and I smiled back, knowing it was the last time he would see my face. The thought itself caused me to chuckle again, and I left the room, my laughter echoing through the halls.

Wyatt POV:

He was always so cryptic, My head spun in circles as I packed my suitcase for my trip. My trip to an unknown destination anyway. He hadn't told me yet where I was going and his laughter had put me on edge rather than in ease.

"Grandfather?" I spoke into the household intercom and waited silently for his response. There was none though, as if he hadn't heard me. I repeated myself and waited again. Nothing. My curiosity built so I walked out of my room and looked for him. Unfortunately the house was a mansion and the halls were filled with twists and turns. It was hopeless for me to hope to stumble upon him in this maze of a house.

"Wyatt?" His ancient voice was heard over the intercom and I turned to go back to my room and answer, but quickly found I had no idea where I was. Wandering without paying attention to where I was going had cost me my location and I knew that grandfather would be angry if he found out. I continued to guess using the best of my memory to get back to my room. But to no avail. Frantically I turned yet another corner, only to be face to face with grandfather himself.

"What are you doing so far away from your room?" His gentle voice somehow only increased my panic and I struggled to even find the truthful excuse.

"I was looking for you grandfather" I said slowly, keeping my eyes on the floor. "You said you had something that I needed to take with me?" I looked up at him briefly and instantly regretted it. Anger burned in his eyes yet he smiled. It was and image that would haunt me, that I was sure.

"That I did" He finally answered and my gaze flew up to meet his. He was agreeing with me? He smiled and grabbed my arm, pulling me in yet another direction to an unknown destination. His grip was harsh and I knew he was still angry at me, regardless of the show he was putting on.

"What is it? I asked timidly, hoping he wouldn't be angry for me asking. But I simply wanted to know. He turned towards me momentarily and I saw a flash of something in his eyes, regret?

"Its right here, my boy" I gasped when I saw that we were right next to my room. He opened a door across from mine and pulled out a package and handed it to me. I waited to see what I was supposed to do next and he motioned to me to open it. I did as he requested and opened the small package. I looked up at him shocked.

"What is the meaning of this grandfather?" I asked slowly. There was a small pink onesie that stated "Daddies Baby Bear" and a  small white teddy bear with a pink bow  that was embroidered with the name "Alliyah".  

I stared up at him in confusion and he smiled down at me. What had my parents gotten me into?

Emma POV:

I looked at the ring on my finger and sighed yet again. I twisted it so the diamond was behind my finger and held my hand up to see what a wedding band would look like. A tear slid down my cheek and I quickly switched it back, putting my hand in my jacket pocket where I couldn't see the ring anymore. I put the History book back in my bag by the groceries and stared out the window as the bus sped along the road, my thoughts drifting back to the day Devon proposed.

"Emma, will you marry me?" He smiled up at me from one knee and I froze. He looked so hopeful and sweet, his blue eyes joyful with a slight tint of worry. The longer I stood there, the more worrisome he seemed to look. His smile started to drop and I knew that hundreds of people were witnessing this happen. I snapped back into reality and put my hand out. As soon as the ring touched my hand goosebumps rose on my skin and I regretted my choice.

The crowds erupted into cheers as he slid the simple engagement ring onto my finger and stood up to hug me tightly. Soon after they settled down the game continued on and we settled back down. The ring weighed my hand down and I couldn't help but stare at my hand in shock.  A sense of dread settled over and my stomach turned.

"Miss?" My head snapped up and I saw the driver looking at me in the rear view mirror, with a concerned look on his face. The lines of aging were clear in his face and I momentarily wondered why he was still a bus driver. His lips moved again and I shook my head clear of the thoughts, intent on answering the old man.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I apologized before taking in my surroundings. The street lights were on outside, meaning it was late and we were in a part of town unfamiliar to me. The bus was pretty much empty, one other man say alone towards the back of the bus.

"This is the last stop before we turn around and go back" he seemed apologetic and I immediately felt bad, had I really spent that much time in my thoughts? Apparently. I smiled at the old man and told him to continue on, reassuring him that I would return to where I got on. He smiled back and turned the bus around. I glanced back to the man sitting four seats behind me and he looked up at me. He smiled at me and looked out his window, his head flew back to do a double take, recognition flashed in his eyes, then pure panic. He forced his eyes back to his lap, then dug into his coat pocket to find a small paper. He then kept glancing between the piece of paper in his hand and me.

"Hey" I said, startling myself  and the man. He pretended he didn't hear me for a moment, staring down at the floor, muttering to himself. He seemed to be having a mental dilemma before  finally motioning for me to join him in the back of the bus. I grabbed my jacket, my book bag, and the bag of groceries and moved back, making sure I was one seat in front of him, so if I could run if I needed to.

"Are you Emma?" He asked quietly and alarms went off in my head.  How did he know my name?

"Maybe, why do you need to know?" My answer was defensive and he winced, making me instantly regret the harsh tone. He slumped his shoulders and glanced again at the paper, then back at me. His silence ate at me before I finally gave in.

"Fine. Yes I'm Emma. Who are you?" Annoyance was clear in my voice as I waited for a response.

"I'm Wyatt."