The stupid music had stopped his words from reaching her. Billy wished the world would just stop for this one moment so he could tell her all the reasons why he was not comfortable with this. He wanted to explain to her that there were other ways to live other than this. The world was not going to bend to his will. It never would and he would just have to deal with all of this. And to top it all off Kate was now angry with him.<br/><br/><em>Screw the world. Until a few hours ago, my life was normal and I had a safe nice little view of my niece. But now it has all gone to Hell. What I would give to go back in time and stop Kate from having to experience all of that pain. How dare Grace, forcing her daughter to find this as her way out.</em><br/><br/>Billy just sighed after his failed attempt to communicate with her and followed her to the bar. At least he could say something to her there. The bartender slid him a Heineken, he took and looked at it. If he was going to drink, it was not going to be beer. If he was going to drink anything it was going to need a little bit stronger. He took it anyway. He did not want to turn free alcohol down, especially if it helped him not think.<br/><br/>He looked over at Kate and his mind was all a flash of images, they were comparing the Kate he saw now to the one he remembered. There was a kind of anxiety building up in him. The little chant was growing again. She was looking in his eyes for the first time that he could remember since he saw her long ago. All the black and darkness disappeared for a moment, she had her blonde hair back and she was in some kind of white dress, and her expression was happier. He knew this was all his imagination just playing with him. But he did not mind. This was the image of Kate he was fighting for, the one he wanted to bring back.<br/><br/>And then she blinked, and reached for him. He could feel her fingers pressed against his ears. All of the calculations were ticking away in his head. They all told him the same story, she was about to kiss him. Time was already relative to his brain by this point. It felt like it was taking forever for her to make it to his lips. The old image of her was starting to get tarnished by the new Kate. The blonde hair was slowly becoming black, the white dress she had on in his mind was also changing. He was losing her, she was disappearing in his mind. The chant ended the moment she finally made contact with his lips.<em>"Make her stop."</em>this final time it was not him who had said these words so sadly, it had been Kate's own voice, though much younger.<br/><br/>Her tongue was pressing on his lips. The final trace of blonde hair became black and the new Kate was complete in overriding the old one in his mind. Surrender to her was the only option at the moment so his lips parted and let her in. The feelings of her tongue on his own were comforting in a way, and he let it happen, relaxing a bit. When she pulled away from him and smiled at him, he naturally smiled back albeit weakly but it was still a smile. His eyes followed her off to the dance floor.<br/><br/>Questions. All he had were a million questions. And he had no answer for any of them. He took a long swig of his beer, and put it back on the bar. Billy was no expert dancer but he could at least get lost in the music. He followed her out onto the dance floor. Dancing, compared to what he had done with her was much more innocent. As he walked onto the dance floor looking for Kate, there was one question in his head that he was not sure he was ready to answer:<em>What do I really feel about Kate?</em><br/><br/>From the way he was watching her dance when he had found her, that answer would be clear to anyone. But Billy could not reach it himself. There was something in his mind that was stopping that revelation. He ran his fingers through his hair as he approached Kate and attempted to dance with her.