My Eyes Widened At The Ball Of

She's Not Your Type. Since When Do I Have A Type?

We All Watched Al Open The Door. Turning, He Waved To Us, Then Passed The Threshold. The Door Shut Behind Him. I Waited For Something To Happen. Nothing Did. “this Isn’t Good,” Quen Said. I Choked Back My Burst Of Laughter, Knowing It Would Come Out Sounding Hysterical.

She Had Given Me A Piece Of What Made Her Life Sane.

Memories Of Ice And Trent Surfaced, And I Wrapped My Arms Around My Middle. I Had Saved Him, And He Had Saved Me. What Was Wrong With Us?

Rachel, What Do You Do? Put An Ad In The Paper For Trouble? (glenn)