Garrett was pleasantly surprised at the ease of obtaining funds at the Sanctuary. Back at the Mansion, it had been bag lunches and Kool-Aid. Here, he simply made some requisitions through Lisa and the next thing he knew he was on a plane. He decided it was the good part about all of the forms and bureaucracy he had suffered as the Public Relations man for the Sanctuary. Some kind of perk should come from such a thankless job.

Now the ocean was open and shining beneath him as the jet sailed around the world. He did take it upon himself to do some paperwork on the plane. It made little sense not to, considering the length of the flight. No one else would be filling his shoes while he was gone and the mountain of red tape would only be higher on his return to New York. His cell rang, the number reading as that of Richard Simchek, a private investigator that Garrett had hired a week ago.

The man was making good time, having been chartered over to Japan prior to Garrett's arrival. He didn't have much to give the P.I. to run with, but the tracker's experience and reputation spoke for itself. " I believe I have found it. The voice on the other end spoke the names and dates aloud as he read them himself. Garrett smiled widely and thanked Mr. Simchek.' That would definitely be the site in question. Consider yourself paid in full. I should be arriving at 7:00 pm Tokyo time. Would you mind meeting me there? Excellent. Thank you again."

In normal cases, Garrett would have snubbed the idea of using a human. This human , however, was the best in his field and his results were stellar. It didn't mean they had to go have a beer and talk about their childhoods later. The phone was returned to its place and Garrett felt alive with excitement. Now he could enjoy the trip. Every sunrise an every moment of wonder would not compare with the smile he would receive when the gift was delivered.

The great light show that was Tokyo was quite amazing. Garrett felt like he should stop and enjoy some of the sights, but the date was looming and he could come back again. He would need a guide who had been here before and he hoped she would accompany him when the time came. For now, it was just a living postcard, zipping by the window of his company car. The driver was following the instructions of Mr. Simchek, who sat across from Garrett.

" It's beautiful, isn't it?" Garrett's mind was on the honey brown eyes of the recipient of the gift. He snapped out of it long enough to give the human an answer. " Yes, it is. It's a pity that I cannot linger and take it in, but I am on a strict timetable, as you well know." Simcheck nodded, seemingly put off by Garrett's dismissal. That was just too damned bad. The human would surely not turn down the large retainer he was receiving, so anything else was irrelevant.

The ride would involve vehicle changes as the roads gave ways to trails. Simchek suggested that they stop at some point and rest overnight, but Garrett would have nothing of it. Both the tracker and the driver were so greedy, he thought. They were being paid handsomely to take him to the site and while they needed good light for pictures and collection, a nap in the car would suffice. Garrett drifted off to sleep in the car, her face lighting his dreams.

The Mansion and the Sanctuary sat across a small street from one another, each a more gothic and looming representation of their real structures. Storm clouds gathered overhead and a hard rain began to fall, washing various pieces of detritus down the sides of the street. At once, the clouds broke in a dramatic fashion and the sun shone down into the gap between the faction houses. Garrett stepped from the Sanctuary's golden doors in a tux, tails and tophat as a waltz began to play for some unseen symphony. Maya stepped from the Mansion's gates in a lovely periwinkle dress and heels. Heels on Maya? This must be a dream. The two met in the center of the street and began to dance the lovers' waltz, oblivious to the factions. What a lovely id---

"Mister Wills. Mister Wills? We are here, Sir." Groggy eyelids fluttered open as Garrett crawled from the wrinkled mess of the back seat. Standing in the rising sunlight, he stretched and inhaled the sweet air. They seemed to be in some sort of rural area, as no signs of houses were present. A small trail began from the side of the road that stretched up and into the hills before them. Simchek had loaded the gear and was already standing before Garrett. " If we hurry, we can get an excellent shot with the sunlight." Garrett nodded and smiled sleepily, joining him as they disappeared into the foliage.

The trek was thankfully short, as Garrett noticed that he was indeed out of shape. A small stitch in his side was forming due to the apparent elevation. The trail was beautiful though, with spring wildflowers of every sort greeting them as they ascended. It finally flattened out to a small plateau, surrounded by a small iron fence and solid masonry. The photograph seemed to frame itself as Garrett's eyes were drawn to the spot in question. The two graves he had traveled around the world to visit stood before him as they had in the small picture Maya had once shown him. As Simchek began to assemble the tripod, he handed Garrett a small pair of shears. " Mind the graves. No disrespect will be tolerated."