<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/rabidferret_1973/Personal%20Photos/Roleplaying/Professor1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gideon Miller<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parking Lot -->Front desk/Check in<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Any family at check in<br/><br/>“That sounds like a plan,” Gideon said, waving to Vaughn.  For a moment, he felt an unnatural jolt of jealousy as Annabelle said it sounded nice.  Yes, he’d just said that it didn’t matter that she had his heart, and the opposite was true but it was in moments like this that he doubted himself.  The man seemed much more put together and he had a sports car like Gideon’ had had when they were first dating, a beat up Challenger.  He wondered if his Belle found him more attractive, or the rather muscular older guy over yonder.  “Nice meeting you two, Karla, Vaughn.”<br/><br/>A laugh rippled from Gideon’s lips at his wife’s question, double checking the map that had been in their welcome package.  “I believe your amazing luck continues to hold out darling,” he said, looking up at her.  “It would appear you stumbled onto the right cabin.  How do you do that?”  He smirked at her with a hint of loving amazement.  She could be quite accident prone but her accidents always seemed to work out for the better, still remembering how she’d practically fell into his lap at the roller skating rink where they first met.  They’d been inseparable since.<br/><br/>“A nap sounds nice,” he said, nodding, especially the implication in her eyes.  “Why don’t you gather up the kids, or let them know we are heading back, and I’ll take the Jeep down to the place, get it unloaded.  I don’t want to tear them away from their new friends but it looks like the other families might be… taking naps as well.”  He winked at her before leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose.<br/><br/>> To Miller Cabin.