She lifts her head to Luke as he puts a hand on her shoulder.  She smiles meekly at him.  She was positive that Gabriel and Luke would keep her safe, as would Alice.  But safe from what?  Safe from whom?  She trusts Luke as long as it suits his interest to play nice.  She understands his chances at things and his stratedgies.  She also has to start somewhere.  With her mind shattered so completely, she really had to start from nowhere and build up.  "Thank you.  Thank you for your informations and your indulgances."  The word 'cutie pie' floats back to her and in a flash she smiles with a small chuckle.  The bit of humor at odds with her tear stained eyes.  She rises to leave.<br/><br/>She stops at the kitchen and gathers some food.  She remembers Gabriel likes steak.  So she grabs that and some veggies.  She also balances in a couple of bottles of water.  She doesn't bother heating anything.  She does shove some silverware into her pockets.  She heads back to their room, expecting him to be deep in his personal journey.  He was sleeping.  She smiles and just watches him from the doorway a bit.  She doesn't know how long passes.  She moves to the table in the room and empties her arms.  She starts to walk to the bed when she remembers the silverware in her pocket.  She heads back to the table and puts the silverware down.  She quickly changes into something loose, silky, lacy and flowing.  A long night gown that falls perfectly over her hips as if tailored for her of the finest materials.  She takes a moment to enjoy the feeling.  She climbs into bed with Gabriel and puts her arms about him.  She falls asleep.<br/><br/>She has yet to piece together how some of her writings fit into this life.  No writing can be without pain for the protagonist.  Hers were no different.  She has forced them from mind for now.  After all, in all of her stories about Gabriel, there was no happy ending.<br/>