Arcaeus continued his walk to the gate. Some little nobody stopped him to talk about something to which he paid little attention. Though it did distract him enough so that he didn't notice the lithe figure quickly approaching.  He turned when he heard the footsteps stop next to him.<span style="font-style: italic">Janelle...</span>he though, surprised. She pulled him into a tight hug and he tensed up, awkwardly holding her back. She released him but continued to hold his fingers. Arcaeus was secretly happy about that. He had just noticed her messy hair and... odd... clothing, when she giggled, â€œYou must be 1,000 years old by now.â€ "Uhh... yeah. I am." he replied a little uncomfortably. "It's been a long time. Which means you've got to be about 750 now. Maybe a little less. You look different. What have you been up to?" He was talking much to quickly.<span style="font-style: italic">Why am I so nervous?</span>he thought, confused. Her fingers felt as though they were burning his flesh where ever she touched. Her presence unnerved him.<span style="font-style: italic">What the Hell is going on?</span>he noticed that Janelle was talking and focused back on her.