"We'll let her know what happened. If she doesn't trust you, she doesn't. If she does, she does." I felt too tired to be anything other than blunt and...pragmatic. Forget all lofty conclusions; let things settle into place, like things sinking to the bottom of a riverbed."Maybe she can accept that we're just friends," he said. "Like Sam and Frodo. No attraction whatsoever." That's what you think," I retorted.He rolled his eyes. "Middle-Earth isn't feudal Japan, Arie. No pretty-boy-loving 'round. .. I don't feel very well at the moment. Everything... well,I can't really describe it. After I was shot and the pain died away, Ifelt warm and safe and it's like when you wake up from a good dream andcan hardly remember any of it." He raised his hand to his lips whereshe had kissed him but stopped halfway."Oh, I understand," replied Willow. "Buffy felt the same way when shewas returned from heaven." They walked back to Willow's house under thestars. Willow, now restored to her normal. She couldn’t contemplate losing him. She would swallow her pride, accept her fate. She would be ready for him when he came to get her answer. The response would be in her eyes, her face, her dress, her posture. There wouldn’t be any need to say anything.The woman thought about how he had frequently commented on her lack of really sexy clothes, her reluctance to let him and other men catch a glimpse of her feminine beauty. She put it down to her job. Working for a firm of estate agents, the. No one knew what happened.Anthony’s other friends would only chirp amongst themselves and distanced themselves from us.I didn’t trust them before and don’t even more now.Jack grew suspicious of them as well and wanted to confront them.Over the next few days more was revealed, as we were individually interviewed.Tensions grew between the two camps of so called friends.Jack came back from his interview and was adamant; they knew sometime.He was going to beat the truth from them; prior to lights.