Orrin was drawn to that guitar. It’s hard to explain, but something about the color and the shape sent a tingle through him, and instantly, he knew ...e had to have that guitar. He must have stood there for ten minutes just staring at it, and then he went inside, heard the bell jingle over the door, and saw an old man with shaggy white hair and wire-rimmed glasses behind the counter. The man looked up at Orrin, then went back to putting strings on a violin. It was a small store--dingy and dark.. Captain "Hold" she heard the man say and she could hear his foot steps as he followed her she ducked into the brush finding a tree to hide behind she could feel the branches scratching her bare arms. She wanted to cry but she knew if the dog got her she was as good as dead. The sound of the steps grew stronger as if the man somehow knew where she was. "Come on out" she heard him say. She could see his shirt it was better tailored than the ragged and torn t-shirt she was wearing it looked to be. Emotion of that place. It was killing me...it bleedthrough my shields and....hurt." Its okay...I should have thought about your being so open to emotionsand not gone there. But I wanted to see it?.......Kyley? Our link isgone? What happened to it?" she asks me with more than concern in hervoice.I sob a little "I had to cut you off....to save you from that pain andsadness. I have....problems right now with my ability to see and feelothers. I feel far better than my shields can protect me. I used. “Say what?” “You know. Just say it.”Hilary grinned, and hung her head slightly, gently reaching up with her delicate fingers, playfully tugging at his shirt. The collar was tattered, and warn, and hardly held any real shape as it probably did when it was new. Hilary couldn’t believe how beat up his clothes were. She hardly had anything that looked that old and tattered, unless it was designed to. She bit her lip bashfully. “I want you to be my date.” She whispered. She felt his hands gently.