Michael did his best to understand her meaning but was at a loss for some.  He has not yet attuned his hearing to understanding everything the way Fran has.  He thought he heard<em>carry her in his arms</em>.  Risking everything her comfort to be here, her comfort to be near him, He flashes her his most handsome smile, and locks the wheels to the chair.  Gently and carefully he lifts her from the chair.  She was so light in his arms.  His heart beats fast as he holds her close to him.  With a lightness of breath, “So where shall we walk to first?”  He did not want to tire her, but he wanted to make this moment, her in his arms as long as he could.  He offers, “How about the terrace first? With the clear sky the stars are like fireflies in the sky.”<br/><br/>He slowly walks her through the terrace with her nestled against his chest.  He not once looked up at the stars.  His eyes stared into hers, seeing his owns stars in her.<br/>