"In that book which is my memory,
On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you,
Appear the words, 'Here begins a new life'."
-Dante Alighieri, Vita Nuova
The office was busy when I got there this afternoon. I was an hour late and most likely looked like shit; I certainly felt that way. Emma was laughing while trying to talk to a client over the phone, Ricky was talking to some mongrel who had arrived all the way from Scotland, and Zach was sitting behind my desk, looking through my files, nosey fucker. I was wary of my surroundings when I left the house a couple of hours earlier. Lucky for me Watchers weren't waiting for me outside the flat like I expected. Despite that, I still had this unsettling feeling in my gut when I was on the way to work.