okay wel...i didn't think I was going to write a sequal..but I had an idea...so here it goes...oh..and its set six years into the future....plz tell me what you think... ^_^ ~Chapter 1~ When we last saw our favorite female spy…. (A week later, at 8: 38 PM, still in Cancun) “Enjoying the view?” Michael asked playfully as he walked up to Sydney. She looked up at him from the beach towel she was laying on. “I’m glad Kendall let us stay. The sunset is even more lovely here than back at home,” Sydney remarked as she looked at the sunset. “It sure is,” Michael agreed as he lay down next to Sydney and put his arms around her. They both sat in silence until the sun had set behind the horizon and the stars were already glimmering overhead. “That was beautiful,” Sydney said, turning towards Michael. He looked back at her. “Not as beautiful as what I’m looking at,” he said with a smile. Sydney returned the smile and the two of them returned to listening to the ocean water rising and falling against the sand. And as she lay there on the beach in Mexico, under the twinkling stars, in the arms of the man she loved, Sydney knew that everything was going to be okay after all. It’s now been about a month since Michael and her spent that night on the beach… they have been dating… they are now in New York since Michael is on a “mission” and asked Sydney to go along… Sydney couldn’t see. She was blindfolded. “Okay, just a little farther,” Sydney heard Michael say. She held his hands tightly. “Where are taking me? What’s with the blindfold?” Sydney asked. “Just wait. You’ll see,” Michael said mysteriously. Sydney let him guide her for another five minutes. They both came to a stop. “We’re here,” Michael said. Sydney felt him go behind her. He took off her blindfold. “Oh Michael,” she exclaimed. She looked around. They were in a clearing in what seemed like the middle a forest of trees and flowers. In front of them there was a checkered picnic cloth and a picnic basket. The stars shone overhead. “Do you like it?” Michael asked with a grin, taking a seat on the picnic cloth. Sydney took a seat across from him. She was still surprised. “I love it, Michael. But where are we?” Sydney asked. She was sure that there were no woods in the middle of New York. “Central Park,” Michael said as he took a seat. “But, we can’t be here. Aren’t you supposed to be finding that contact of Sark’s Kendall was talking about?” Sydney said. “Of course we can be here. I told Kendall to send us here. There is no contact,” Michael said. Sydney looked at him with a puzzled face. “Why did you do that?” she asked curiously. “I’ll tell you later,” Michael said secretively. He opened the picnic basket and pulled out two champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne. “Tell me,” Sydney asked impatiently. Michael handed her a glass. “To us,” he toasted, ignoring her impatience completely.