<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence was stunned to see such a look of serenity in Sara's face.  An expression that gave him more hope than any story of a city could.  Rumours were translucent, but the woman sitting before him was real, opaque and genuine.  <br/>Terrence felt his eyes watering up at the sight, feeling not just a corny rush of emotion, but as if an epiphany was coarsing over him like a wave carrying him to a shore of recognition.<br/><br/>He recognized the emotion gripping him, it was contentment.  Albeit a slightly modified edition of it.  A passionate contentment.  He felt himself as a man, and a human being reawakening much like on the night of their first love making (though the clumsy yet vigorous way it was applied made it seem more like how the kids in his company used to say, a &amp;quot;fuck&amp;quot;).<br/><br/>&amp;quot;Sara.  If we never found the city, would you still be happy?&amp;quot;  He barely felt himself think the question, almost as if subconscious desire was taking control of him.  Even his hands had shifted and now clasped her shoulders expectantly.</div></blockquote>