"Sure." I smiled, I hadn't quite collected myself yet, and could still feel all my pieces laying around me in utter confusion.

"I'll go find someone right now, I have no clue how long I can keep myself from finding out everything about you." He looked over his shoulder once as he walked out the door, then added, "Don't go anywhere, okay?" I began to laugh, he seemed so serious, but in a joking way. I saw him smile to himself on his way out.

The doctor seemed to be satisfied with my condition and asked me a couple questions about who I was, just in case I had any amnesia or was still out of it. Diana was very motherly but at the same time strong with every question she asked the doctor. She seemed to be happy to introduce herself and get to know who I was. She seemly genuinely concerned with how I felt, and invited me to stay with her and Taylor that night, since I had to stay awake for 24 hours. Taylor volunteered to keep me awake as long as he could. We shared a little smile at the doctor's surprise in his eagerness. It was about 7 in the evening, and I had been out for about 7 hours, so I was hungry and had more energy than I could believe for just being rammed into a subway train. As we walked out of the hospital, Diana declared herself exhausted, she then handed Tay some cash and the name of the hotel where we'd be staying, saying that she'd leave our key at the front desk. She apologized to me that she still wasn't used to the European time and really wanted to sleep. She told Tay to wake her up when he wanted to get some sleep and she'd keep me awake. She surprised me with the trust she put into her son, and the last thing she said was that she'd take my bag with her. I grabbed my wallet and gave her a hug of thanks. We were off.

The London air was cold and crisp with fall weather, and we scampered along the streets into the deeper metropolitan area that was filled with a thousand different sounds and smells. As we zig zagged on the crowded sidewalks we held hands. His felt warm and soft, our fingers interlocked and I noticed that his fingers weren't as long as I had thought. As we walked along, totally speechless, but not uncomfortably so, we stole glances at each other and smiled. It was the happiest I had been in a long time, too long. My grin wavered for a second, wondering what he would say when I told him how seriously depressed I got, and the only reason I was here was because my psychologist thought it would be good for me, not to mention my publisher, who wanted another book tour. I had an urge to put my arm around his waist and to have his around mine. I hastily thought of another quote "If we resist our passions, then it is because of their weaknesses, not our strength." I blocked out the thought and the incredible urge with breaking our giddy spell with words. "Where do you want to eat?" He looked at me, surprised.

"Well, what's your favorite food?"

"I love seafood, and pasta."

"Are you a vegetarian?"

"No no no, I love a big, rare steak every so often."

"Are you really hungry?" I pondered this, I was, but not as much since the doctor told me that I might be feeling a bit nauseous for the next few hours.

"Well, I think I should have a little something, let's just go to a cafe and get some coffee or something, that should have a muffin or something close to it for me to eat." He smiled at me.

"That sounds great, I know one that's only a couple blocks away."

"Well, ask away with your questions, I love interviews." "You get interviewed?" He looked bewildered that I could be known.

"Yeah, I write. Mostly poetry, but every once and a while I'll write a short story. I'm decently popular with underground poets and writers."

"So that's why you had the laptop. What's that Sandman thing you had? I read the first one and thought it was incredible."

"Ahhhh, you found some Neil stuff rather likable? They were canceled about ten years ago."

"Neil?"

"Neil Gaimen, he writes all the Sandman stories. He has a book signing this weekend, actually tomorrow, I was planning on going. Looks as if I'm going to be awake for it."

"Can I come with you?" He looked worried that I'd refuse him.

"Of course, I don't expect to be with anyone else tomorrow."

"Well, here it is. You should like it a lot, there's always some kind of poetry readings or whatever going on. Zac, my younger brother almost read some of his stuff here, but once the owners found out who he was, they wouldn't let him."

"Why? The whole 'teeny-bopper' image thing?"

"Yeah, he was really mad about it."

"That's one thing I can't stand about these guys. Most of my fans don't even like a lot of poetry, and they're really cool about that kind of 'image' thing. But then there's the whole group that have this addictive need to have that dramatic stereotype to have an identity. I dunno, it's just something they need. Arsty guys can be the best and the worst."

"Are they the kind you usually date?" Tay's voice tried not to tighten, but there was a clear obviousness that the question meant a lot.

"Yeah, my first and last guys would definitely fit into those molds."

"You ready to go in?"

"Yeah, I'm just going to let you know that I'm more popular in Europe than in the States, so I might get a visit or two from an admirer."

"So now they're going to get back at me, for my following hurting you." Taylor smiled. And I laughed right along with him.