Samantha saw Dale took one long stride and she said to herself that it may be too late. In his quickness, he pinned her with her back against the door and his hand either side of her head. "Why do you keep running away from me?" he said, looking deep into her eyes and smirking. He moved more closer, almost to a point that made Sam think he was about to kiss her. She then felt his finger prying her fingers loose off the camera and he whispered in to her, "What were you thinking I was thinking?"<br/><br/>"I don't know, I just saw you time to time looking outside your projection window with your camera, and I thought you going to do it again," Sam felt like her heart was racing, as if we wasn't going to leave the booth without facing something. With the only exit blocked and the only way out several feet in the air, she felt like a caged animal, looking into the eyes of a beholder. Everything wasn't all playful anymore. This time it was serious.