"Joe."
"Joe!" Duncan called out the second time. Joe looked up and stared blankly at Duncan.

"What?!" He finally managed to ask.

"Is there something wrong?" Duncan looked over Joe's shoulder to glance at his laptop. Joe immediately turned it off and stood up.

"There's nothing wrong Macleod, I just need a drink."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, by the way, shouldn't you be home?"
"Home?"
"To Amanda."
"Amanda?" Duncan asked jokingly then felt the buzz.
"Yeah, tall woman with short black hair ..."
"Beautiful eyes and red pouting lips," Amanda finished off.
"Amanda!" Duncan exclaimed while Joe broke into a grin.
"Oh so you remember."
"I can never forget." Duncan was about to kiss Amanda when they both sensed another immortal.
"What's this? The Gathering?" Methos strolled into the bar.
"What are you doing here?" Duncan asked Methos.
"Hello to you, too," Methos smiled then continued. "I thought you two would be home right now, so I decided to drop by for..."
"a beer," Duncan and Amanda said in unison then laughed. Joe however was in deep thought.
"All of you, out. I'm closing." Joe suddenly commanded.
"What's a couple more rounds for some good old friends, eh Joe," Duncan replied.
"Sorry Mac, I have to do something," Joe responded.
"You heard the guy, out." Methos was seated comfortably not ready to get up.
"Okay, let's go Duncan. We've got better things to do." Amanda whispered aloud while pulling Duncan's coat.
"That goes for you too, Pierson." Joe shot back at Methos.
"That case, just toss me a cold one, will ya."
"I'll put it on your tab." Joe tossed the beer.
"Tab?" Methos caught it.
"What? You thought all those beers you've been getting off me were free?"
Laughter sounded from outside. Duncan peeked then shouted.
"Night Joe."
"Night!" Joe answered back.
"Night." Methos sauntered out of the bar and closed the door behind him.

Joe turned on his laptop and stared at the last message.

"Bright Boy. Where have I heard that phrase before?"

"Bright Boy." **I've never used that phrase before** Marian thought. Well, you learn something new everyday. She shivered. **Ooohhh, it's cold** "No wonder you're shivering, Marian. You're dressed au naturel," she scolded herself. **Here I am, naked, emailing a guy named Scotch. There's a joke in here somewhere but even if I find it, I probably wouldn't laugh.** Marian stood, picked up her tossed sweater and wore it. **I suppose I should get me some underpants, too. But it's not like someone's coming to visit.** She glanced at her radio clock and saw that it was almost midnight. **Maybe some soft music will make me drowsy** She walked over to her radio and turned the dial to 105.5 Radio Romance. A love song filled the room and Marian began to sway to it's hypnotic beat.

BEEP. **Hmm, at least now I'm dressed for my messages.**

FROM: Scotch
SUBJECT: Call me Joe
MESSAGE:

Concerning your dreams, I remember you wrote about how there were knights and horses. The setting would be during Medieval times. Can you remember anything else that might give out a clue to what century it was?

Marian's thoughts went reeling and she remembered a piece from her dreams.

"You sir, are not a Knight. You have no clue on what Chivalry means," Arianna quipped.
"Arthur's dead. Chivalry has lost it's meaning, my dear," the Knight retorted.

**Arthur? King Arthur?** Marian asked herself in disbelief.

Reply

TO: Scotch@aol.com
SUBJECT: It might be during ..
MESSAGE:

.. the late 12th century. I remember a Knight, he said Arthur's dead. It could definitely mean King Arthur. For now, that's all I remember. I'll tell you more in the morning. I know I'll be dreaming again. Good Night.

Message sent

-- You've got mail --

**Could she be Immortal? Or just psychic? One thing's for sure though, she needs some help on figuring this out.** Joe concluded after reading his mail.

Methos just came out of Joe's and started to walk aimlessly towards nowhere. The streets of Seacouver were crowded with people coming and going from work. There was something that's been bothering him since the day had begun but he couldn't place his finger on it. He was feeling a bit nostalgic and when he looked up to the sky, his heart ached from some distant memory. He raked his hair with his fingers then pulled his long jacket a little closer to his body. The chilly October air was nipping his neck like a wanton woman he once knew. He continued his walk when he suddenly felt a presence. His golden-greens surveyed the area and spotted a very familiar face from across the street. Her shoulder length wavy black hair billowed from the wind and her supple body quivered from the cool breeze.

"Methos." A voice called from behind. Methos turned around to find Duncan behind him with his left eyebrow raised in a question. "Looking for me?" Methos ignored Duncan's question and glanced back at the woman. **It can't be her.**

Marian's body reacted to the buzz like a cold shower. She immediately scanned the crowd with her silvery blue eyes but it focused on no one in particular. Her right hand slipped into her coat and felt the hardness of a sword. She tugged on it but it was stuck. **Damn!** When she took a look, she found that the hilt was caught on a thread on her new long skirt. **The first time I wear it and you have to rip it.** Marian hissed at her broadsword.

"Arianna!" Methos shouted.
"Arianna? Who's Arianna?" Duncan asked.
"Arianna!" Methos briskly crossed the street and walked towards the woman who was now whirling around.

Marian's head shot up. **Is someone shouting my name?**

"Arianna!" Methos wove his way through the sea of faces, a confused Duncan following him from behind. "Methos, will you slow down and tell what's going on." Methos couldn't hear Duncan's request; his eyes blindly looked for that familiar face. He pushed and shoved a couple of people who was in his way. Duncan apologized for his every rude action. "Arianna!" Methos called out again. He was nearing her, just two more blocks and he would be able to touch her.

Marian felt weird. Someone was calling her but it wasn't her name exactly. **I better get out of here. Whoever that Immortal was, I'm sure I have no fight with him.** **Or her.** She added.

"Arianna!"

She heard him loud and clear. Marian glanced around then her eyes met a pair of golden-greens but just for a second. Then it was gone. A big fat guy with a hotdog blocked her vision.

"Get out of my way!" Methos yelled at the hotdog man. When they collided, the guy's hotdog fell off his hands.
"You get out of my way!" The guy yelled back. "Do you know how long it took my wife to make that sandwich for me? I may be just a tourist but I demand to be respected." The guy said then scratched his crotch.
Methos shoved the guy aside and ran, leaving Duncan spouting apologies for his sake.
"I'm sorry about that. It's not you. Really, he can be a pain in the ass sometimes. We're okay? Okay. Methos!"

"Arianna!" **Where is she?** He wondered as he reached the block where she was. His head snapped back from left to right. **She's gone.** "She's gone," he surrendered to emptiness.

**It was just an illusion, Marian. You've been dreaming too much of him that now you thought you saw him. But that can't happen. You're just confusing reality with your dreams.** Marian looked sideways at the cab driver. His life must be real simple and hassle free compared to hers.