Stop blushing you idiot. What did they tell him? Does he know that Arlene went to the Ship to have it, uh, her ... prepare a suite for us? I don't eve... know what that means. How could it "prepare" a suite for us? They keep talking about this starship as if it is human – if there is even something out there. I'm a pilot. Naturally I want to see it – if it exists – but they put my visit off because of the need to get the kids' Christmas ready. Now, it seems as if there really is one out there and. As if I hadthe time or energy to spare to get involved with her personal issues.So, what did I miss?" Nothing much," Giles said. "We were merely noting the current lack ofprogress in our investigations." Really?" she countered. "You people look pretty conspiratorial to me tobe talking about nothing." She sat down at the table opposite to Gilesand remarked brightly, "Anyway, there's no time like the present tocatch up on our demon studies. Wesley, get us some stuff to read andcome sit here so we. It would be all right, it would be all right. Is this true, madam? the policewoman asked. Diane looked horrified. Of course not, she said. And my name isnt Diane, its Joanne. Oh my God, oh my God. My life was at an end. But still I tried: No, really, I can show you the emails – even a picture of her with a sign saying I should do this. I couldnt bring myself to utter the word rape. Diane gave a totally dismissive pah!. And the truth dawned on me. I had been horribly set up. Yet still I yabbered. I had flashbacks to the first tine I met the love of my life, at school, when I was the awkward, glasses-wielding nerd, who never went outside, and never left her computer; she changed all that, made me want to go out, have fun, and finding this house, whose creaky steps I strode up right now, caused me to fall in love with two things; Lucille, and the outdoors. No. Three things. This house as well. I fell in love with her smile, her beautiful, pale face, with bright, slanted, brown eyes, her.