<strong>Will</strong><br/><br/><em>Fuck!</em>It was a thought that Will felt completely described how he was feeling right now. He had destroyed his chance to be with Bree and now it seemed that Ali did not want his help either. He was not going to lose on two fronts. That had never been something Will had been good at. He was never good at accepting defeat. But for Bree, he truly was defeated. For Ali on the other hand, he had screwed up by admitting his feelings for Bree. Yet, his instinct to save the damsel in distress was too strong for him to give up on her. He walked away from Bree's house, his head hung in shame.<br/><br/>He walked over to his car where he saw Cleo in the backseat. She was barking at him. He looked over to Ali's house. It looked like he had to go save her. It was the only way his conscious was going to stop him from nearly tearing himself apart. He left the window of his car cracked so that Cleo would have some fresh air circulating in the car. It was a cool night, but still it was good to care about the dog like that. Will still had his kindness above all else.<br/><br/>He walked to her front door and knocked on it three times. They were soft knocks. He was not trying to be forceful with her or force her into anything that she did not want to do. But the one thing he was not going to have was her be all by herself in her current state. He was not going to have that at all. He did not care if he had to stay at her house, he was not going to leave her alone.<br/><br/>"Ali." he spoke softly into the door. He knew that if she was far away from the door that she would not hear it but he hoped that she did. He tried the doorknob, it was locked. This was bad, however it was manageable. All he had to do was reason with her. Something he figured that she needed at the moment.<br/><br/>"Ali, come on let's go." he said a little louder. He was not going to yell at her to come out, but he was going to keep this raising of the voice just a little till she reacted to him. He knocked again, a little harder this time. Just so that his hits produced a beat that was reminiscent of a woodpecker knocking on the side of a tree in the middle of the forest. After his five knocks, he waited a moment to see if she would open the door or tell him to go away.