I began my life in Berlin with trepidation. It took me a while to catch up on current affairs, on how "normal" society behaved, and just how to function without making a fool of myself. I'll admit, I did miss having my servants - I'd gotten far too used to having everything done for me. I didn't see as much of Milo as I'd have liked; my studies and his work kept us both busy. My first few years of medical school went by without a hitch; thanks to Milo helping me when he could (and the few classes of mine he ended up teaching), I passed with flying colours. I knew that the medical profession was my calling, and having someone I cared so much about by my side through it all made me happier than I could remember being. I only regretted that I couldn't tell my parents of my achievements -- but Natasha was incredibly proud. That meant more than anything. When I turned 22, I moved from college to the hospital, to begin my life as a doctor. I wanted to be a surgeon, like Milo, but I