Two hours and many happy wishes later, we went back to the hotel. It was such a gorgeous day out, I'd never seen a bluer sky. I didn't want to spend it all in a hotel room. But it was supposed to turn dismal that afternoon and through the evening so we got back inside while we could.

Angus walked suspiciously close to me and his arm would bump into mine whenever he made a gesture. And after the twenty third time, I quit thinking it was an accident.

That prison break story was all over the place. Once we got back we set the tv on in Phil's room and there it was. No picture or name was mentioned, but that if we were close by we should call immediately. To who or what about, I don't know.

As I listened to the report a den of snakes settled in my chest. Something wasn't right about the escaped convict. Anything to identify him would have helped control the paranoia but there was nothing. Absolutely no information was given out about this man. It felt like the world knew something that we didn't, and simply enjoyed dangling a bone in front of our faces.

Maybe it was him that I was so worried about. Maybe he was the bad feeling. But it wouldn't make sense for him, a random, newly escaped criminal, to be watching us. Or, rather me. You don't get too much outside interaction within those walls, and Donna let me know first hand. Nevertheless, my heart did a piruet. We were due for London that autumn. If we came across him...we wouldn't even know! Perhaps that was a good thing.

Suddenly I was standing. Angus had pulled me up from the couch, our hands clasped tightly. He led me to the door and we ended up back in our room. I was pulled in a warm embrace as he leaned back against the door, shut behind him. His hand ran over my hair and I rested my head on his shoulder.

The only sounds were that of our breathing, an out of rhythm clock, and a leaky faucet. Angus sighed and rubbed circles on my back. "Happy birthday," he mumbled into my hair before kissing it.

"Thank you." I rearranged my arms so that they didn't press against the wood so much.

"You have a good time?"

"Sure did."

"Good. Wouldn't have it any other way." He straightened himself out a bit to pull me closer to his chest. Closer to his heart.

Something was bothering him.

Something was bothering both of us if we were honest. He'd clear his throat a lot or toe the ground gently. I pressed my finger on the tip of his nose to get his attention. "Yes?" he smiled.

"Are we gonna keep sharing a room?" I asked. Angus shifted his weight to his other foot.

"Unless you don't want to anymore." He tapped each finger on my shoulder blade. Footsteps echoed down the hall and the elevator dinged open. "Then we will."

"I want to."

"You want to?"

"Mhm."

"Then it's all settled." He started rocking me side to side humming a little tune. His voice was like gravel, but softer than velvet. "As long as you don't mind sharing a couch the rest of the tour."

I buried my face in his shoulder to stifle  a yawn. "As long as you don't mind me sleeping on top of you all night."

He chuckled and kissed my head again. "Not at all."

"You're okay with that?" I asked looking at him. He smoothed my hair behind my ears and smiled.

"Never been better." Our time together was infinite. Or at least seemed to be in his embrace. Just one minute felt like a lifetime. One second an eternity. Yet no matter how long we stood there, we were never satisfied. Always craved the other's company.

I almost fell asleep on him until a knock thundered on the door. Angus' heart sped up and I figured he hadn't expected it either. It took me a second (eternity) to register that it was our door the visitor was behind. It thundered again more frantic than the first. Angus turned to open it and nearly got mowed down from the other side.

"There you are! I need to talk to you. Sorry Angus," Georganne said grabbing my wrist and pulling me out of the room.

"Oh it's no prob-" The door shut before he could finish. I was dragged like a doll through the hallway and practically flung into her and Cliff's hotel room. Georganne slammed the door and paced the room.

"Georgie?" She didn't respond. I glanced at her coffee table and saw a glass of water. Some sort of thermometer was sticking out of it. "Georgie, what's wrong?"

Her gaze met mine and she stopped pacing in one swift move. Her body was shaking and her hands wrung together. Her expression was one of fear and-joy? It was hard to tell when the tears came pouring down.