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"You said back then that I have a kind of a built-in compass!"

"Exactly!" we laughed. Back then, my Mom punished me severely, because she was really scared.

"Is Mary mad at me?"

"At first, she was a bit sulky, but we talked this out and she realized that you can't always call her for a bedtime story because there are things that don't depend on you. Tell me, how are you?" I did not know what my Mom meant by that, but I replied,

"I'm okay. I got scared when I couldn't find my way back home. And I left my cellphone in my handbag in Jackson's car. But in the morning, I found my way, or I was rather suggested one. Boston is not as dangerous at night as the news shows," I reassured my mother. "I've just had an interview and I think I'll get the answer soon. I'm sorry I won't make it this weekend, so much is going on. It turns out that independent life is much more difficult than it seems."

"You'll make it, child! You're the most independent girl in the world. If you need a piece of advice or to lecture Jackson, I'm always at your service!"

Then I talked to my father for a while. I could not wait to hear how he was feeling, but he, as always, was overly optimistic. Such behavior was a disguise and I could not tell how he truly felt. We said good-bye until tonight. I did not want to let Mary down again.

"What're the plans for the rest of the day?" I asked Jackson.

"I have a great idea," he smiled.

The Boston Public Garden was crowded on Saturday afternoon. But it only made it look more charming than in quiet hours when only ducks inhabited it. Couples were sitting under the trees, enjoying the company of each other and the sounds of the Garden, embracing the last summer heat. Mothers with children were playing away from kissing couples. There were even older couples who had nowhere to rush.

We settled right on the bank of the pond under a huge willow tree. Jackson made snacks for a picnic, took a blanket where we sat down. He was joking a lot with his mouth full like he had not eaten in years, and I laughed at his look and his voice.

"Darsy? Did you get a tattoo?" Jackson suddenly asked.

"WHAT? What are you talking about?"

He gave me a cellphone so I could use it as a mirror and showed me a little spot behind my ear that I did not remember. It was noticeable only at close distance as it was hidden behind my hair. I tried to erase it but failed.

"I must have accidentally drawn it with a pen."

"That's some permanent pen…" Jackson frowned. He was extremely conservative and did not approve tattoos.

"I would remember if I got a tattoo. Let's play?"

Frisbee was our favorite game since junior school. That's how we actually met – a frisbee hit me on the head during my first lunch in the schoolyard. And it was Jackson who threw it. Since then, we mastered the art of this game and could participate in the Olympic games, if it was an Olympic sport.

As soon as we started playing, I was distracted by a familiar silhouette a hundred meters from us, and a frisbee hit me on the forehead, just like in our first meeting.

"Darsy, are you okay?" Jackson was worried.

"Yes. I'll be right back. I'll just go refresh myself…"

I clenched my fists in annoyance. It was my first normal day this week, and Eugene decided to ruin it with his presence.

"What're you doing here?" I hissed.

"Keeping an eye on you," Eugene answered calmly. He lazily leaned against the tree and looked around.

"It doesn't look like that. We've agreed to go hunting at night. There's plenty of time, and I'd like some privacy with my boyfriend with no supervision."

"I don't bother you. I keep a respectable distance not to make you nervous. I'm not going anywhere. I'm on a mission."

"I don't give a damn about your mission! Get lost! Don't you need to take a nap or something?"

"I don't waste time on sleeping."

I was getting furious. Eugene was not willing to compromise.

"We've agreed to meet in the evening and go hunting or whatever it's called. Right? How about midnight? If I got it right it's the time when the evil spirits get down to business…"

"Ironically, Nefarious, Murky Shadows, Demons and demigods are always among the people, regardless of the time of a day. And you can be attacked at any suitable moment. And this hasn't happened yet simply because they're afraid to be erased since you stay in public places all the time. So, whatever you say, I'm staying. If it makes you feel any better, I'm watching the perimeter but not you. Just relax."

"It's hard when I know there's a babysitter nearby," I muttered.

"I don't like this as well. But my duty is to protect you now, and only the Commander assigning this mission can call me off," Eugene pulled a face, making it clear that the debate was over. This fellow has not even looked at me for the entire conversation. This was rather annoying because it seemed like I was nothing. "By the way, it's too late to meet at midnight, so we'll meet as soon as it gets dark.* You still have to train."

"I can't make it earlier. I got things to do. No later than 11 p.m. I can't just disappear in the middle of the night with no explanation. People will start asking questions."

"Okay. Let it be at 11 p.m. and not a minute later. If I don't find you outside, I'll come and get you out of bed, even if you're naked."

"Dare to try, and I'll kill you."

I did not see his expression, but I heard him mumbling, which I understood nothing. I was in a bad mood for the rest of the day. I needed to deal fast with this debt that was imposed against my will and get back to normal life without Guardians, who watched my every step, and hovering around supernatural creature. I could only hope that the memories of the past and subsequent days would be erased after all these events.

I was no longer willing to go on playing frisbee, and I sadly threw pebbles into the pond, mumbling something to myself.

"Darsy, are you okay? Did anyone was rude to you?" my boyfriend was worried.

"No. Everything is fine! I'm just getting more nervous…"

There was nothing else to say. Jackson silently hugged me, and so we stayed until the gorgeous sunset. The sky was colored in red and purple, and the last rays reflected from the glass surface of skyscrapers, creating a colorful rainbow. You could even feel its smell in the air if this natural phenomenon had any smell.

"It's time to go home!" I said sadly when the sun was all the way down the horizon and colored the sky in dull grey.

I still felt like being tailed. It was like paranoia that had grounds. I could only hope that the watcher would not follow us to the apartment.

I called my Mom and waited for her to answer. My little sister picked up the phone. She was not offended, though she often liked to be a little weepy. Mother did a great job and persuaded Mary to get used to things the way they were and would be from now on.