His eyes and mouth thinned to flat lines and she could almost visualize a large bead of sweat forming on his brow as he she asserted her personal space. He rolled off her and settled hard against the base of a tree, a little plume of dust and grass puffing up around him, and he sighed loudly, saying a word which sounded like, "Kinnnitak."<br/><br/>He refastened his slacks and slumped there, rubbing one temple and peering away from her with one eye open. She could tell by his face that he was beating this conundrum around in his mind.  He had come so far tracking her, had felt her hundreds of miles away. Could she not be the one? Certainly she must be for him...and yet--?<br/><br/><em>Perhaps she has another?</em>he thought to himself.<br/>