She listened to the crazy story and most of it sounded unreal.  She did not speak.  Not once was her name asked.  Not once was anything of her asked.  This was surreal as things seem to center around her, but no one knew her.  There really was nothing to know either.  She dressed when told to, having not realized she was missing so much clothing until he blushed.  She followed his orders, too dazed and confused to put up a fuss.  She finds comfort in the small touches, the interlaced hands.  In the car, she continues to remain silent, basking in his presence.  He lowers her seat, but stays upright himself.  She continues to stare into his eyes.  Those softly glowing blue eyes.  She had noted the color changes and pondered on them.  He asks if she is OK.  She simply says "hold me."<br/><br/>Then the tires freeze.