The past few weeks was blissfully perfect, until the reality sunk in that we had to eventually return home. That night he showed me the cave, we went back to the beach house and made love, and ever since I have been getting a feeling in my hut that's something is wrong or happening but I can't seem to figure out what. I haven't told Alex because he would worry or make me more worried with any crazy idea or suggestion he would have to explain it. "We're almost home." I hear Alex tell me breaking me rom my thoughts as I look away from the window and towards him to offer him a smile that he returns before looking back to the road. I had fallen asleep on the plane ride back and when I woke, I was strapped in the car as he was driving us back to our home.