"Truth or dare?" I ask her,

"Truth," she replies,

"Oh dude," I stare at her, "You chose that on purpose, didn't you? You knew I didn't have anything prepared," I accuse, she throws her head back and laughs,

"Nope, but maybe I won't have to answer,"

"No way, I'll think of something and I'll think of something good,"

"Okay, I'll be waiting," she states. My brain thinks hard, far too hard. Beyond legal limits for thinking,

"You know the problem here? I know you far too well. I know pretty much everything there is to know about you," I state,

"I know," she replies,

"Okay, here's a question. What's the thing you're most afraid of?" I ask her. She looks at me and gets up and walks towards the window. She stares outside of the window at the Manhattan skyline. This is our second last stop on the "Underneath" Tour, we're all weary and a little more than tired. We've just resorted to staying in and having a quiet night. This has ended up being Gia and I, mucking around in her room and it's come down to a good game of truth or dare. So far I've found out that she uses pillows as aides, she had a crush on Isaac the first three times she saw him and feels ridiculously insecure about being fat. The reason I love this game is because you find out something new about a person each time you play it: perhaps they've done something new since you've last seen them or maybe they've got some little secret they've never told you,

"Being alone for the rest of my life,"

"As in, not being married?"

"Yeah, or not having a partner..." She replies gazing out the window,

"That's never going to happen to you,"

"How can you guarantee that?" she asks,

"I just know it wont. I can't guarantee it but I just know it's not going to be any other way," I tell her. I know she won't end up by herself, she's too amazing to end up alone.

"What about you? Biggest fear?"

"Dying and having no one remember me,"

"Now that is impossible,"

"Nothings ever impossible," I remind her. She comes and lies down next to me on the bed, "This is depressing," she states after a long silence.

"You won't end up alone,"

"No one will not remember you when you die," she tells me. I glance at her and she suddenly grins, "So come one, truth or dare? Truth," she doesn't give me a chance to reply, "Who's been the best lay you've had so far?"