The skyline was the only thing that seemed to change. Buildings grew overnight and sprawled out their concrete and steel roots. Lost in his thoughts, Micah absently brushed dark hair from his eyes – a mental note made to get it cut. Turning from the large bar windows he settled his gaze on the door as it opened. A slender woman in a stylish grey pencil skirt, short heels and pale cream blouse smiled when she noticed him.

“Your two o’clock is here, Mr. Roark,” a deep sigh escaped him.

“Send them in Amelia,” inclining her head she stepped back from the door.

The moment she was out of the way a dark haired man entered, a beautiful blonde on his arm. Tipping his head back and pushing up the brim of a simple pinstriped fedora, he smiled. It was a small that was all fang and familiarity.

“‘Mr. Roark’?”

After Amelia closed the door, Micah smiled, “You know how often names must change in our… in this world, Jonas. Cate.”

The woman released her companion and swept over to Micah. He raised a brow when she pulled on his suit to tug him down and planted soft kisses to each of his cheeks. A rumbled sigh escaped him at the familiar gesture, relaxing him more than he ever dreamed possible.

“So, to what do I owe the honor?” Straightening up, he settled the invisible wrinkles in his suit. He took a moment to straighten his tie during the odd process.

“Are we not allowed to check up on an old friend? Must we have a reason?

Micah grinned at the pout on Cate’s lips,” Knowing you both as I do? Yes, you must.”

Jonas laughed, showing off fangs. Moments later he was standing beside Micah, settling a hand on his shoulder. “You know us well old friend. Look out there, what do you see?”

Micah turned when the vampire directed him to. Once again e looked out at the skyline that filled his office view. Lips pursed before he was just scowling at the outside world. Feelings that he barely recognized anymore bubbled up in his chest, filling him with contempt.

“I see the destruction of a world that rivaled Istma. I see a concrete jungle filled with lost hopes and dreams…”

Feminine hands settled on his shoulders as a chair was pushed into the back of his knees. Forced to sit, Micah opened his mouth to protest, voice died in his throat as Cate spoke first.

“You are very right and very wrong as well. Enough have come, slipping through the Veil that we can feel a new pulse of life growing in the city. Put aside your emptiness and look again. We believe you will like what you find.”

Frowning, he nodded. It took several deep breaths before he released the tight hold on his power, allowing his awareness to spread. Jonas and Cate recoiled as if they were burned by the power that spread through the room like a hot breeze. The feeling of power roiled, enough that even one of the ‘blind’ could feel it.

Micah’s world was colored in shades of green, though bright colors sand on the edge of his consciousness. Jonas’ familiar deep crimson, and Cate’s soothing mauve. But it was on in particular that made his eyes widen in shock.

“She’s here… in New York!”

Cate and Jonas grinned at the breathlessness and budding hope in the voice of one Micah Raysor.

To Be Continued… Maybe.