I Do Indeed Write On The Road.

She Could And Had Faced An Armed Laser In The Hands Of A Mad Mutant Mercenary With Less Fear Than She Faced Such Unswerving Emotion.

A Good Story's Like A Door, And You Can Go Through It Whenever You Need To. After You've Read It Or Seen It Or Heard It, You Can Still Go Back Through It. Once It's Yours, It's Always Yours.

She Was Singed, Bleeding, Bruised, And Furiously Alive.

Fate Rules. You Follow The Steps And You Plan And You Work. Then Fate Slips In Laughing And Makes Fools Of Us. Sometimes We Can Trick It Or Out Guess It But Most Often Its Already Written. For Some Its Written In Blood. That Doesn't Mean We Stop, But It Does Mean We Can't Comfort Ourselves With Blame. It's Easier To Take The Blame Than To Admit There Was Nothing You Could Do To Stop Whatever Happened.

Marry Me, Rebecca...you Might As Well Say Yes. I'll Just Talk You Into It.