When he says the name, Alan, I go rigid, and cold. That man, the one that was in charge on the plane, was the notorious Alan WALKER? How could I not have known? He has been said to eat the brains of his victims which I find stupid, but after hearing this story, of how ruthless he really is...I believe it a lot more. And he, he took my virginity. I'm sure of it.

     Sure Gardner was there when I woke up, but it was Alan that was missing his belt, and wearing no shirt. Plus Alan was the one that was in charge, if anyone had claimed a stake at me, it would be him first.
  
     "Tamlin, that's not the same Alan, as in my story, right?" I hope that it isn't but deep down, I know it is the same one.
   
     "What did your Alan look like?" My Alan, what did he look like? "He was tan, strong jawline, dark brown hair, and he was lean but muscular. He had cold, but somehow kind eyes. Yet, now I know I was mistaking it for lustful eyes. He was about your height, with green eyes. He, he liked to wear darker clothes, yet he was refined in doing so. He had a tattoo of a crown etched on his neck, right below his left ear."

     "Go on."

     I stop,not knowing how else to describe him, oh his scars! "Oh! And, he, when..after he...well without a shirt, he has a scar below his right collarbone. A long jagged one, where it looked like someone knifed him, slash marks up his ribs on the left side, and a star-shaped light mark next to his belly button."
   
     I see Tamlin slump to the ground, mumbling, "It's my fault he got you, he took another girl."
   
     "No, you couldn't have caused this, you did nothing wrong."
   
     "No, you don't get it! I should have got him already, but he is still free. Look what he did to you! He should be dead, his plane should have crashed after pushing you out, or he should have tripped and fell with you." He shoves his palms into where his eyes are, and screams in anger.
   
     It scares me. I take a step back, and find the edge of the bed. I step one foot off of it, and he stops screaming. He turns to look at me so suddenly, that I trip and fall off the bed, hitting my head and shoulder on the way down on the nightstand. He gets up, to come help me, but I shake my head. "Stay away. Stay away!" I go to get up, and Tamlin comes around the bed. I scramble to the door, and he grabs me around the waist.
   
     "Please, I didn't mean to scare you! I am so angry at what happened, not at you. I would never hurt you. If you weren't already trying to kill me." He makes an attempt at smiling but it never reaches his eyes.

     His eyes are bloodshot from crying, and he is sweating. His raven black hair, is matted to the sides of his head, and his forehead. With his flannel on, he must be hot, and he is angry. I just cannot trust men.
   
      I yank his hands off of me, and I run to the door. He looks at me, and I close the door behind me. I run to the other side of the living room, to make it to my room when his door opens. I don't look back, I just get to the room, open the door, and slam it. I lock it, and put a chair under the handle. Paranoid.
   
     "Alise, please. I'm sorry. Open the door."
   
     "No!" I yell through the door, "Leave me alone, please." I feel bad, because we both need to confide in one another, yet we can't seem to right now. We need to sort things out.

     "I can't do anything right." I hear his hand slide down the wooden door, and then he leaves me be in silence. Well, he leaves my door silently, but he doesn't stay silent. I hear him open his door, and I hear punch after punch on what must be a punching bag.  I hear his frustrated grunts, and moans, and then I hear him cry out in pain. I don't leave this room however, because I need my space, and so does he. "God damn it!"

     "Just ignore him." I can't though, my heart goes out to this man who has done nothing wrong to me. I feel guilty for making him hurt but I don't know what to do anymore. I decide to test something, I want to see how much he cares for me. I remove the chair from under the handle and unlock my room. "Tamlin?" I scream. In half a second, I hear his door open, and I see him as he pops open my door.
   
     "Are you alright, Alise!" He barrels in, wildeyed and scared, not for him, but for me.
   
     I come out of the corner, "Yes, I'm alright, thank you for coming. I'm sorry if I made you worry." He locks eyes with me, and bites his lip. Oh how I want to bite his bottom lip...I didn't really just say that?
   
     "No, not at all. I just came as soon as I could, what was the matter?" He eyes the room up and down, and then looks at me, preoccupied with trying to figure out what's wrong with me.
  
     "Hey, I'm fine, stop ravaging me with your eyes already. No cuts or bad guys are just going to spring out of nowhere. Okay?"
   
     "Why..did you call me in here?"
   
     "I wanted some company, and I noticed that if you kept hitting that punching bag as much as you were, your hands would eventually break. You need a break. So, I propose a truce. I'm sorry, you're sorry. Let's just make up already okay?"

     After spending three weeks here, I am ready to stop being so edgy and bipolar. We go from being civil, to monsters, and angry to kind to loving and then back to the others. We aren't in a good state of mind and we need to clear our heads. I noticed we aren't your typical couple.

     We aren't even a couple, we're just really close because of how our stories cross paths. I still don't know how I feel about him, whether to like him, or punch his lights out, whether to accept his help or be stubborn. Whether to believe him, or dup his charade.
   
     "Why the sudden change in heart?" I figured out he cares for me much more than I thought previously.
    "Oh, I'm just lonely, and you seem genuine, plus I owe it to you, for everything you have done for me. You are a horny teenage boy behind this man charade, but also modest enough to keep it from me. You are sweet towards those you care about, and complete strangers but your enemies you could kill with your looks, and you are relentless when it comes to a task. You never give up, and you try to play the hero every time someone needs help. I think it's time you did something for you and you only. I suggest you take some stress off. Besides I've...been holding out on you a bit. I have some info you would like, if you would like it but the deal is this. You have to relax with me, and make me laugh as well as I have to get you to smile for this info okay? That means we need to be not stressed and have a good time while working towards a goal."
   
     "That's a lot to take in, and since when have I resembled a horny teenager? If I can remember correctly, it was you who was moaning my name in your sleep at the hospital, little girl." He grins that sideways grin, and I smile. "But, okay, the deal is on. But it won't be much of a struggle for me, because you make me smile all the time, and I don't care how much time I get to spend with you a long as it's with you." He blushes a tad.
   
     "That's sweet, and nice to hear. But let's not get ahead of ourselves okay? I don't want to create mixed signals. I don't know where my head is at so take it slow."
  
     "We'll see, but I have an idea, something that we can do together and relax."
  
     "Hit me with it then."
   
     "Horseback riding."