Emanuel looks around and questions, "Who's watching the bunker and the news van?"I think we all realize at the same time the answer is nobody. Emanuel...orders, "Double time back to the bunker." He and the team take off and leave me to push Frank's ATV wheelchair. I don't mind because it give us some 'alone' time. While traveling with a group of soldiers, there's not much of that.I just begin flirting real well with my new husband, when we round a corner and I can't believe what we see. Frank. After glancing at the license, the officer held it up to the driver so that the details on the license could be entered into the onboard computer terminal. When that was done he asked, "What brings you to Thunder Bay ... Mark Fraser? I see your last address is Toronto; are you here because there are warrants out for you down there?" No, no, nothing like that, sir. I began my life here, and I decided to come full circle. There aren't any warrants outstanding for me anywhere, at least none that I. "That big wheel there by the ceiling? That holds up a door, one of two, which used to divide the living room and dining room. You could slide those doors apart so you have this great big opening between the two rooms." Like one big party space!" Tina nearly bubbled over."I wonder what it would take to put it back the way it was," Ken mused."I'll write up an estimate, if you'd like," Marc offered."No, I didn't mean..." Ken stammered"No, I'm curious," Tina interjected. "Any idea of a ballpark. "Fine, fine. Elaine and I just wondered if you'd like to come over..."Denise grinned. "Just come over, huh? Sure. D'you want me to bring anything? Supper perhaps?"Denise heard a giggle from the other end of the phone. "Rather depends on what you want to eat, Denise!"Denise cracked up. She couldn't help it, she simply roared. "Once not enough for you, Susan? And I thought you were doing that for Elaine, and me?" Well," said Susan, "Come on over and we can talk about it, huh?" I'll be a few.