"One step at a time... this certainly doesn't feel like one step at a time... I don't think I can lie that well... for you to be my husband... it would have to be real cause I am just not that good of a actress. Sorry."<br/><br/>There was a sad little note to her words as she lowered her head down, her lips pressed together as her hands twisted together. She was scared, nervous, and confused.  This was a lot to take in, and a lot of changing to be done in a short amount of time, what was she going to do? Was she going to be able to cope with all of the changes that were coming up? Her head lifted a little at a time as she listened to his voice, taking it in as she sighed and nodded her head inn answer to him.<br/><br/>"I won't get to have anything to do with my family? My sister? My mother, father?"<br/><br/>She didn't want to know the answer, didn't want to feel the pain that was going to shoot through her when he said 'no'. Dozer shuffled in the backseat drawing some of her attention away from her thoughts, he was the only thing that she was getting to keep from her 'old life', it was the last connection she had to it. That burning sensation was moving back into her eyes making her shake a moment before she inhaled a deep breath so that she could speak again. She couldn't wait to get to the safe house, so she could lock herself in a room and be able to hide her tears.<br/><br/>"Good thing I am a quick learner...."<br/><br/>A small mumble of words as she propped her elbow against the door, her palm shaping her chin as she rested it there. She was silent for a long time as they drove down the road, listening to very little of what he was saying at this point, she didn't want to know him as well as he was trying to get her to know him. How was she going to explain to her boyfriend that she was shacked up in a different house with a different man that was suppose to act like her husband? That was going to be a hard one to explain, most likely cause her boyfriend to laugh in her face or for that matter call her a lair. What was she going to do about that one?<br/><br/>"Yes all of this is my fault... every bit of it! If I hadn't gone out that night I would have never heard anything... nothing!"<br/><br/>She was trembling a bit as she leaned in closer to her door, almost as though she was ready to bolt from the moving car. She should have known better then to have gone out so late at night, what ever i the world had she been thinking? She bit her lips together trying to beat back her tears as she turned her face back to the window. Her hand gripped hard to the door arm, so hard that the knuckles of her hand were starting to turn white at this point. She didn't want to talk about this anymore, didn't want to be doing this, hell she couldn't even remember the name she was suppose to be living by now. The train wreck that was in her mind would surly look even more worse on her face at this point, how bad did she look?<br/><br/>"God I am a mess... Can we not speak about this anymore, least til I get.... use to it?"<br/><br/>She wanted the silence to thicken the car, she wanted to take some kind of comfort in it, she just needed a moment to think about everything, to try and gather all of her wits.