Duo was suddenly moved from his reverie when Anashi started to toss in bed.

She opened her eyes and faced him with an almost questioning look on her face and uttered one small word. "Joasai?"(1) She looked at him for a minute, then closed her eyes and shook her head. "No. Duo. Not Joasai. Joasai was destroyed in the blast." She rolled onto her back and slept once again, as Duo stared blankly at where her face had been.

Slowly he stood up and left, closing the door behind him. He walked back down the hall to the room the other pilots had been in. Wufei was still there, as was Heero, but Trowa and Quatre had left the room. "Guys, do you remember if Dr. J. mentioned anything about a guy named Joasai?"

"I heard the name", commented Heero. "That was it, though. Why are you bothering to ask?"

"Well, Anashi just woke up and called me Joasai. Then she realized who I was, ya know."

"Nm. That is a little strange. We have to look into that."

"She grinned."

"Huh? Whatcha mean by that Wufei."

"When she showed us her arm she was grinning. Like you do, Duo, before you do something bad."

"Yeah, so? . Hey!"

"Dr. J said she couldn't express emotions. But if she couldn't then how would she know to smirk when she looked back at us?" he asked.

"Maybe we should call the Drs. to see what else they know."

"Just as long as it isn't Dr. J again."

"'k." Heero proceeded to dial to the L2 colony to get in touch with Dr. G.

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After about an hour they finally got through.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Dr. G."

"Hello, Duo. What do you want?"

"We want some information on an experiment you old guys did a couple yearsago."

"And what would that be."

"Well, that would be Prototype 331-XX."

"Why do you care about that weapon. You were sent to destroy it and if you haven't then hang up and get moving."

"We found out what it, or should I say she, really is. And we want some more answers than J. gave us."

"Fine, but you have to bring her here. Keeping her with you is toodangerous."

"Listen, pal, we'll do that, but you promise not to lock her up again. She stays with us, understand?" Duo glared at the doctor menacingly.

"Duo, she is highly unstable, whether you believe it or not, and she must be brought here immediately."

"Alright. See ya in eight hours." Duo hung up the phone.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" questioned Wufei.

"Dunno. I'll go get the others." Duo left the room.

"Heero, what do you think?"

"We have a new enemy, Wufei. I just wish I knew who it was.

*Twenty Minutes Later*

Everyone was packed and ready to go. They each had one bag of clothes, except Anashi, who simply had her harp and music.

"Guys", said Heero, "I just thought of something. Not to offend you, Anashi, but the all black thing just doesn't look right on you. I mean, Duo is a freak, ."

"HEY!"

". so he can get away with it, but you'd draw attention really fast in an outfit like that."

"I'm aware of that Heero, but these are the only articles of clothing Ihave."

"Well you could borrow some of our clothes, we don't mind." Quatre always did seem to have good ideas.

"Very well. If that is agreed upon by the rest of you, a slightly larger assortment of attire would be quite useful."

"Anashi that's fine. Just don't get all black, alright?" The other pilots nodded at Quatre's comment.

"Hn." Anashi gave a curt nod and left the room. After about five minutes she returned, wearing seemingly the same outfit.

"Anashi, we said not all black."

"Quatre I have completely changed my attire and am not wearing all black." She pulled up her pants leg. "I have on white socks."

Everyone in the room sweatdropped. This would take some time, but how could they explain to her what they meant? She seemed to take everything very literally. Wufei was the first to figure out what to say. Unfortunately, Heero had a question of his own.

"So you managed to find a black bra and black underwear?"

"I'm wondering why you would want to know that, Heero, but I had on a black bra and there is an entire drawer full of black underwear upstairs."

Everyone in the room sweatdropped, again. Added to this was massive coughing from a certain braided American.

"Anashi, change into an outfit that has no more that one piece of black clothing in it. That's what we wanted you to do in the first place."

"You did not specify that, but I shall comply nonetheless."

"And Anashi."

"Yes?"

"Take your bag with you and pack at least two other outfits that comply to the specifications I gave you."

This time she left without a word or nod.

"Wufei, how did you know she would understand you if you said that?"

"She may be a good soldier, but she appears to have no mind of her own. She takes everything literally; like a machine would. You have to specify exactly what you want her to do, or she'll do anything remotely like what you want her to."

"Oh."

"So if we said 'kill all the cows', what would she do?"

"She would probably kill every female bovine, as well as many female elephants, seals, manatees, and other such mammals."

"Oh. Riiiiiiight."

*CRASH. BANG. SMASH. Ping.*

"Anashi! Are you hurt?"

"No, Quatre. I am perfectly healthy. Duo does not seem to keep his closet in proper condition."

The American grinned sheepishly as the other pilots all turned to look at him. "What?"

After ten minutes of listening to Anashi walk back and fourth between rooms they saw her come down the stairs. She was wearing a pair of jeans, a white collared shirt, and a dark blue pull-over vest with white trim. She still had on her black shoes. No one bothered to ask her about her undergarments, they didn't want to know.

"Well, that's better", said Wufei as he headed towards the door. "Let's hurry. The shuttle leaves in half an hour."

Boring. Long. Really boring and long. These were the only thoughts that passed through Duo's mind as he stared out the shuttle's window. Anashi was asleep; Quatre and Wufei were playing chess; Heero and Trowa were just being their unusually quite, antisocial selves. file://Four more hours until we get there. Four more hours of this. Joy. Maybe I can talk to Heero.// He looked towards the other boy. file://No, that would just me punched. I'll just take a nap.// Duo leaned back against his seat and slowly let the land of dreams claim him.

"Checkmate."

"Damn."

*Snooooreee.*

"What is that awful noise?"

"That's just Duo's snoring", said Heero.

*Snooooreee.*

"Hmph. Sounds more like a lawn mower to me."

"It's a wonder she can sleep through that." Quatre nodded in Anashi'sdirection.

*Snooooreee.*

"I think it's a wonder that we could sleep in the same house with him and not hear it."

"In reference to myself, I was awakened by Duo's noise."

This sudden statement seemed to surprise everyone, especially since Anashi had not said anything for the last four and a half-hours.

"Maybe shaking him will work", remarked Trowa. He stood and walked over to where the forenamed teen slept. Grabbing his shoulders, Trowa shook Duo like a rag doll, instantly rousing the American from his heavy slumber.

"Trowa stop shaking me! Jeez, whadya do that for?!"

"Your snoring was getting on everyone's nerves", he said, motioning to the other pilots behind him. He then let go of Duo's shirt.

"Well, sorry! I was just trying to take a nap! I apologize for making even a fraction of noise!" Duo slumped down into his chair, defeated once again.

Wufei nodded. "Apology accepted, Duo."

"Why you. oh. I'm goin' back to sleep."

"Just try not to snore to loudly okay Duo.

".."

"Duo?" Quatre looked questioningly in his direction.

".."

Duo?!"

*Snooooreee.*

"Kisama."

"The ship is now docking. Please check the seats to make sure that you have left nothing behind." The loudspeaker continued to drone on as the pilots gathered their baggage.

"Maxwell, wake up. We're here." Wufei kicked him in the shin.

"Ow! Wadya do that for?"

"We've been trying to wake you for ten minutes, Duo", said Heero.

"Oh. Sorry guys. Guess I didn't know how tired I really was."

"Yeah, well Anashi, Quatre, and Trowa are already off the shuttle so come on." Wufei and Heero moved towards the door with their bags. Duo grabbed his duffel and chased after his friends retreating forms.

"So which way to the doc's house?"

"Dr. G. said that he would send a cab to pick us up."

"Oh." file://It'll need to be a BIG frikken cab.//

Everyone's face, except Anashi's, fell at the sight of the tiny car that pulled up. It was a 1999 Volkswagen Beetle a small sign in its window that read 'To Dr. G's House'.

file://This is gonna be fun.//

After cramming six duffel bags into the trunk the pilots tried to get into the cab. As it turned out, after a lot of squeezing and maneuvering, everyone managed to fit into the cab. Trowa sat up front with the cab driver; Quatre was on Trowa's lap; Heero and Wufei got the backseat; Anashi was precariously balanced on their knees, though she assured them this was not a hard position to balance in; and Duo was on the floor. They sat like this for the next three hours as they sped through the streets of the colony. When they finally did get to the doctor's house, they were greeted by a white picket fence, a flower garden filled with daisies, and a large, brick house. A small toy poodle was playing in the flowerbeds and seemed to be about to bury a large bone in the bed.

"So this is 8771 Cherry Tree Lane?"

"Yup," said the driver.

"How much do we owe you?" Quatre was already thumbing through his wallet, looking for something smaller than a one hundred-dollar bill.

"It's on the old guy, kid. He paid me twice what it would be, anyway. Don't know why, but he gives me the creeps. Be careful around him." He nodded toward Anashi. "Especially you, Miss," and with that he was gone, disappearing in a cloud of exhaust.

*WAM*

Suddenly the door swung open behind them and a short, motherly looking, gray haired lady came running up the sidewalk.

"Who the heck...?"

"Oh, the doctor said that you would be arriving soon, so come on in. I'm Mrs. Murphy, the housekeeper and that dog is Fluffy. He's not very nice. Oh my goodness, you must think I'm so rude not to ask who you are. I'm sorry."

"So you're the good doctor's nephew."

"Um. yeah. Anyway, this is Quatre Winner," the blond waved,"Chang Wufei,"Wufei bowed slightly,"Trowa Barton," the clown sort of blinked,"and Heero Yuy." Heero gave an infinitesimally small nod and tapped Duo shoulder.

"What?!"

"Duo, you forgot someone." The Wing pilot motioned toward Anashi, who was sufficiently hidden behind them.

"Oh, yeah. This is."

"Oh, you must be his niece, Ana. It's so nice to meet you."

"It is also what I would believe to be a pleasurable experience to become acquainted with another female such as yourself."

"What? Wait, I know what you mean. It must have been hard to be the only girl on such a long trip. And with no one to talk to besides your brother, and his friends. Well, at least you got to bring your beau with you, too, right?" She patted Anashi on the arm. "Why don't you all come in and get unpacked?" asked Mrs. Murphy as she pulled Anashi after her into the house."

"Nephew? ."

"Alias."

"Oh."

"One question, then."

"What is it, Wufei?"

"Who got stuck as her boyfriend?"

"Now, these are your rooms. Trowa and Wufei, /is that right/, you two will be in here. Duo and Heero, your room is right across the hall. There are bathrooms attached to each of the rooms. Quatre and Ana, well, I know you two are dating and we don't have any more spare rooms, so, umm, would you mind sharing this one? There are two beds, of course, and."

"That'll be fine," answered Quatre, trying to calm the flustered woman. /Why me? Of everyone, why did it have to be me?! What did I do to deserve this?!?!/ he thought as he shuffled into his assigned room. Sitting glumly on his bed, Quatre began removing his shoes, failing to notice that Anashi had closed the door and moved to sit beside him.

"Quatre?"

He jumped at hearing her voice. "Yeah."

"What's a 'boyfriend'?"

"Huh?"

"What's a 'boyfriend'?"

Quatre turned dumbfoundedly towards her. "You're joking, right?"

"I may be, but I cannot be sure as I do not know what a joke is."

/The Drs were right about the non-exposure-to-people-thing./ "Okay, let's see. Well a joke is something found to be humorous and.um. well. A boyfriend is. oh dear, how do I put this? A boyfriend is a boy that a person cares for and .um, /Jeez, why is it so hard to explain this. 'Maybe it's because you' ve never had a date, yourself, Winner' taunted his conscience./, that person dates him and sometimes they kiss and. Why exactly do you want to know?" All this question answering was getting on his nerves.

"Well, to hold up this alias, you have to be my boyfriend and I have to be your. um. what's the word for a female boyfriend?"

"Girlfriend!" Quatre gulped; he did not like where this conversation wasgoing.

"Yes, how obvious. I have to be your girlfriend and I didn't know how."

The Arab let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, is that all? Okay, 'cause I thought you meant that we."

Anashi opened her mouth to ask yet another question. "Also, Quatre, could you please explain what 'kiss' and 'date' mean?"

"Guys! I need some help here!"

Wufei was busy unpacking when he heard Quatre start yelling for their help. He immediately roused Trowa, who, after being awake for nineteen hours, had fallen asleep in a chair. Leaving their room, they immediately bumped into Heero and Duo, who had also heard the little blonde's cries for help.

"What's wrong Q-man?" Duo asked as Quatre let them in. Anashi had apparently left to go take a shower. "Having girl troubles?" Duo burst into laughter at his joke, while the other pilots snickered.

"Laugh all you want, guys, but I really need your help right now. Anashi knows nothing about the real world. I just spent the last ten minutes explaining the word 'boyfriend' to her. Now she wants a definition for 'date ' and 'kiss'. How am I supposed to explain that to her."

"Well, there's nothing like experience as a definition, I know thatpersonally."

Quatre stared at the Deathscythe pilot. "What?"

Duos put a hand around Quatre's shoulder and lead him away from where the rest of the group was clustered by the door. "What I mean is, you should kiss her."

"WHAT!"

"Look, Quatre, if your intending to play this chick's boyfriend in public, you have to at least make it look realistic. You know; a smooch here, a game of footsie there, some flirting over the dinner table."

"But, Duo, I've never done any of that. I've never even been on a date."

"Well then, you can learn from the master."

"Why do I not feel reassured?"

Wufei could not believe it. He had spent the last half-hour listening to the other pilots discuss how to get Anashi to act like a normal person while she was there. Since she had to play Quatre's girlfriend, at the very least she had to act like a normal girl. He couldn't wait for it to all just be over. "Guys, maybe exposing her to something considered "girlie" will help."

"Example?" Even now, Heero kept his words at a minimum.

"We could take her shopping?"

"Us? Take her shopping? What would we get her? Wouldn't it look a little weird, too? I mean, five guys taking one girl shopping? Not to offend," said Trowa, "but I'm not sure it'd work."

"You've got a point there, Trow."

The pilots sighed in resignation. How would they ever come up with an idea?

"All of us don't have to go."

"What was that, Heero."

"I said, all of us don't have to go. Also, does anyone know where G. is? We haven't seen him the entire time."

As if on cue, Duo's pager started vibrating. "Can you guys give me a minute?" He pulled it out of his pocket to look at his message; his pager had net access, so he could get e-mails through it, too.

>Begin Message<

Contact: Dr. G.
Recipient: Duo Maxwell
Year: AC 198
Day: August 20

Duo, I hope your stay is going well. I've met with H and O to discuss Ana. We believe that if exposed to society, she may "learn" emotions in the same manner Heero did. She will also most likely pick them up faster because, normally, women tend to be more emotional than men. Try taking her out somewhere. Maybe a mall or some other place where she won't stick out much. DO NOT, however, take her to any bar or club until we can give her a full examination! (sorry to burst your bubble, kid) I'll return in one month. This mission is for all of you.

G.

P.S.-Tell Quatre that I'm sorry, it was H's idea. He said Quatre needed to meet a girl.

P.P.S.-I left a Credit card with 40,000 credits on it under one of your mattresses. Use it wisely.

>End Message<

"Guys, it was from G."

"Really!" Quatre had never been so happy to hear from the mushroom-haired, buzzard-nosed old man.

"Yeah. Said Anashi might pick up emotions and stuff from being exposed to it in public, so Wufei's idea sticks, and something about Dr. H thinking you needed to meet a girl."

"Grrrr."

"Well, now that we know that, who takes her shopping?"

No one exactly wanted to volunteer for the job. After all, none of them regularly went shopping for girls. Quatre, admittedly, had experience because of all of his sisters, but he wasn't exactly leaping at the chance to go shopping with her. "To keep up the dating joke, I have to go."

"I guess at least one more of us should go, too." suggested Wufei.

"Most likely two. It might seem like a more well rounded group."

The boys all agreed on this and used the scientific pick-a-number method. Duo and Heero lost, just about the time Anashi came out of the shower. In doing so, she proved, once again, just how little she had seen of the realworld.

"Onna, what are you doing?! It's not proper for a woman to walk around a house naked!!"

"I'm not naked," she replied, "I have a towel on."

"Haven't you any decency?"

"What?"

"Anashi," Trowa was trying to stay calm, even if the girl was totally oblivious, and clad in nothing but a thin, white, wet towel, "it is not socially acceptable for people to walk about wearing only towels."

"Oh. What does socially acceptable mean?"

"Just get dressed."

"Alright."

"NO! NOT HERE! IN THE BATHROOM, NOW!"

"You needn't yell, Quatre. My hearing is far better than the average person' s to begin with." She walked over to the her bed, grabbed her duffel bag, and walked into the bathroom; carefully closing the door behind her.

"Damn, Quatre, you looked like you were gonna have a nose bleed back there."

"I almost did, Duo."

Trowa nodded as if to agree with the blond. "Well," he said as he stood, "I hope you all have fun." The green-eyed pilot then left the room, with the pilot of Shenlong trailing closely behind.

"Duo, how about this one?" asked Heero, holding up a bright green shirt which read 'Heaven doesn't want me and Hell's afraid I'll take over.' and a pair of purple and yellow pants. "Will this work?"

"Well, Heero, 1) we're trying to keep Ana from being noticed, 2) those colors totally clash, and 3) we might find clothes more suited for her if we got out of the men's section!"

This trip was going to be longer than Duo had originally thought. Quatre and Anashi were parking the car at the moment, and, unless Quatre was better than Heero, he'd be the only person here with any fashion sense. The blond arrived at just that moment, dragging Anashi and a big, pink, frill-covered dress behind him.

"Won't she look great in this?"

"No, Quatre, she'll look stupid. Besides that thing is about four sizes to small for her. Speaking of which, what is your size, Ana."

"Ten and one half."

"I meant clothing size."

"You didn't specify that, Duo, and I do not posses that particular information at this moment."

"What?"

Heero translated for the American. "She said she doesn't know."

"Oh. Well, let's try the 'Miss' section."

The trip was going horribly. Heero and Quatre had no idea what to buy. Eventually, Duo got so fed up that he sent them off on an undie hunt. Anashi at least knew what size underwear and bra she wore and, thankfully, she wouldn't have to wear their boxers anymore.

"Duo, what is this?"

"Technically, it's called a skirt."

"What is its purpose? Why wear it? It would make running, climbing, piloting, and many other things difficult, even for me."

"Well, men don't wear them; only women do."

"Why?"

"That's just the way it is."

"Oh."

"Duo, we're back." Quatre tripped as he tried to wave and weave through the aisles of women's clothing at the same time.

"I hope you guys got the right sizes." Knowing their luck.

"Even if we didn't," said Heero, " we are not going back. You should have seen the way the women were looking at us. You do not want to be an eighteen year old guy in the women's underwear section."

"They thought we were perverts!" Quatre practically sobbed.

"Duo, I am going to come out soon so. um. tell me how this looks."

"'kay. Hey, where did you hear that phrase?"

"Well, you told me to try to learn from what other people are doing. When other women wanted to know if a grouping of attire was appropriate, they asked that, so," she opened the door and stepped out of the changing room, "how do I look?"

The boys' jaws practically hit the floor. Anashi was clad in a very low-cut, hip hugging, leather mini-skirt and a white baby-T that read 'Do Not Touch: I'm too hot to handle.' in big flame-like letters. She had a black leather jacket thrown over her shoulder. Lastly, she still had on her boots, which actually came up to about her knees and complemented the outfit nicely.

Duo managed to speak first. "Um. uh. wow. That's just.

"Amazing!"

"Creepy."

"You look very good."

"Thanks. Was that what I was supposed to say?"

"Yeah." Duo gave her another once-over. She cleaned up well. "What size is that, by the way?"

"The shirt, jacket, and skirt are all mediums, Duo. The shoes are."

"Ten and a half, I know. Now that we know your size and such, we can just grab some things and go." Duo was very happy with himself. He had gotten a reaction out of both Quatre and Heero with the clothing choices. He couldn't wait to try it on Wufei and Trowa. Those two would be priceless. Wufei would probably have a nosebleed big enough to flood the house. "Well, go aheadQuatre."

"Go ahead and what?"

Even Heero rolled his eyes at Quatre's na�vely phrased question.

Duo leaned over and whispered into the blonde's ear, for about the eighty-billionth time that day. "She's your girl, remember? Kiss her and take her hand or something! At least say she looks good!"

Blushing madly, Quatre took Anashi's hand in his and gave her the tiniest peck on the cheek he could manage. While doing so, however, he managed to accidentally breath into her ear, which caused an odd, almost childish giggle to well up in and escape her throat.

"Woah! What was that?!" exclaimed Duo.

"I don't know," Anashi answered. "He just blew into my ear and it felt odd. I'm not sure why I did that, though."

"Have you ever been tickled, Ana?"

"No." She answered warily, tensing up as if she was expecting a fight.

"Oh, okay. You guys ready to go."

"Sure."

"Yes."

Quatre would have answered, but he was a bit dazed at the moment. /I just kissed a girl. I just kissed a pretty girl. I just kissed a pretty, smart girl. I just kissed a pretty, smart girl that I only met yesterday morning.Wow./

G's car had had its tires slashed, so the foursome had to take a cab, again. As the cab they had hailed sped off towards the Dr.'s house. Anashi looked up at Quatre.

"It's later."

"And."

"You said you would explain what a kiss was later. It is now later."

Quatre felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. She just had to ask about kisses. He had known this was coming and was going to take Duo's advice. Even so, he knew nothing about kissing at all. Well, okay, so he knew a little. Quatre hated lying to his friends, especially, Duo, they were almost like brothers, but he really didn't want them to know. He had played tonsil hockey with this one girl on a dare, once. She had slapped him and vowed never to talk to him again. He had kissed Dorothy, not a pleasant experience, only once, thank God. She had said he was good, but she'd also given him a bad case of mono. That would make this his third real kiss in eighteen years of being alive.

"Guys could you.?"

"Sure, we know you're nervous." Duo jammed the Arab in the ribs before he and Heero turned around and began counting the bird crap dots on the back of the cab.

"Ana, I can't really tell you entirely what a kiss is, so I'll try this. People who care for or love each other kiss. This is a kiss." Quatre leaned towards Anashi and, ever so gently, let his lips touch hers. She gasped lightly and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. Very carefully, he ran it against the roof of her mouth before stopping to breathe. He now realized the Wufei was right, he did have no lung capacity. "That was a very one sided kiss, but a kiss none the less. Most people just think of kissing as this, though." Quatre gave her a very chaste, 'proper'kiss.

"Oh. Quatre, for some reason, after that I have the urge to giggle again. Is that normal?"

"Uh. I'm not sure." With this comment, both of them burst into a very short fit of laughter.

Duo whispered to Heero while Quatre was busy laughing, so that he wouldn't be heard. "Did you time him?"

"Of course I did, Duo."

"Well.?"

"Three ten."

"Woah."

"Should we tell him about this, Duo?"

Heero and Duo both smirked and simultaneously whispered, "Nah."

Anashi's outfit had gotten reactions out of both the other pilots and Mrs. Murphy. Dinner had been a casserole with different mushrooms and cheeses. Afterwards, Mrs. M, as she had asked them to refer to her, had gone home. It turned out that she had only offered to stay at G's house for one night and that she had to go home and check on her cats, apparently, she had quite afew.

Wufei was the first to go to bed, saying he wanted to be up early in the morning and that his alarm was going off at three. Trowa went up about half an hour later, followed by Heero, saying that quote "If Wufei was found dead in the morning, to blame his frickin' alarm clock." At about eleven, when 'Interview with a Vampire' finally ended and all of Anashi's questions about the movie, television, cable, and v.c.r.s had been answered, Quatre, Anashi, and Duo retired to their respective rooms. Duo had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, but Quatre had decided to read a little.

"Quatre, why did you change into a different outfit?"

"Because I'm about to go to bed."

"What kind of a reason is that?"

"Well, you sleep in a special set of clothes called pajamas, that's all."

"Oh. Quatre?"

"I don't have any pajamas."

Quatre groaned for the thirty-second time, he had been counting, in the last hour. Shuffling out of bed he dug around in his bag until he found an old, button pink up shirt of his. "Here," he said, shoving it at Anashi. "Go change into this in the bathroom. Leave your underwear on.

"It's not proper to sleep without underwear anyway."

Winner rolled his eyes. "No it's not. Leave your socks on, too, if your feet get cold easily."

"Okay." She was quickly picking up on expression and incomplete sentence meanings.

After she returned, just as Quatre was getting comfortable, she spoke up again. "Quatre?"

"What is it?!" This was really starting to piss him off.

"It's late and you should go to bed." She leaned over and kissed his cheek, turning off the light as she as she moved back to her bed and pulled the blankets up around her.

Dumbfounded, Quatre sat staring at the wall for a full ten minutes until he heard her start to lightly snore. /My/ he thought as he lay down and made himself comfortable /she certainly does learn fast. Though where she picked that up from./ Quatre was out cold before he could finish his train ofthought.

******Okay, anything that looks like a web address isn't one, my computer just does stupid things like that; they're really thoughts. Enjoy. G.C.******