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"I have another secret too."

"You know you can tell me anything." Sally assured.

"I'm not as innocent as you think I am."

"What do you mean?"

Sam stared straight ahead for a moment before answering.  He opened his mouth, he closed his mouth.  He adjusted his shirt.  "I kidnapped a girl."

Sally once again remembered his mental health.  She didn't know how to answer.  Was he talking about her? What if he wasn't? That would mean she's not the first.  Tears sprang to her eyes and she cursed her trusting nature.  He didn't love her, he was just playing her.  He'd probably done this a hundred times, kidnapping girls, having his fun with them, raping them, then killing them.  She wasn't too torn up about the raping and killing soon to surely come, she was pretty much just mad at her self for being so stupid.

"Who...who was it?" She asked after ages.

"A high school girl, real pretty.  Her eyes were as green as a basket of Granny Smith apples."

She knew it was either:

a) Herself and Sam was going at a round-about way of saying sorry.

b) Herself and Sam saw her as two people- when he kidnapped her, and herself now.

c) Someone else also with green eyes. Maybe he had a tendency of killing girls with green eyes.

d) She kept another option open for possibilities. Could she really fully understand a deranged mind?

 "Sam, do you know who I am?" She asked him.

"Sally Kellings, a beautiful woman, the love of my life." He stated simply.

All her doubt about him not loving her melted away at his words.  She still didn't understand the kidnapping confession.

"And what was the name of the girl you kidnapped?"

Sam's face looked tortured as he tried to remember.  It hurt Sally to see him like this, even if he did kidnap an innocent girl.  She scooted closer to him on the couch in the almost darkness. 

"I...I don't remember.  It was not in this life time.  Another one.  I was a little old lady and I was just so lonely...."

She was stunned at this, but felt it was more likely it was her.  She needed to know.

"Sam! Think.  What did her face look like?  What happened to her?"

"She was beautiful," he said again. "But not as beautiful as you...I don't know where she is....I can't find her." His was horrified at his own actions and turned away from Sally.

"Sam," she touched his forearm lightly, "She looked like me didn't she?  Her name is Sally Kellings.  She's short for seventeen, and still listens to Britney Spears."

Sam wiped the gleam form his eyes and smiled.  He countinued her speech.  "She hates her mom's cooking, but is too sweet to say anything.  She is scared..." His voice broke and he was silently despising himself again.

"No, she's not scared. Not anymore.  She loves Sam Hastings with all her heart.  And he never lost her, she's right here, and thanks to him, they'll never lose each other again."

"I'm sorry." Sam cried into her shoulder as she held him.

"I know.  I forgive you." Sally teared up as well. 

They held each other until they awoke hours later, still wrapped up in each other, their sore limbs reflecting their tangled thoughts.

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"How about we do something fun tonight, since the last two have been fairly emotional?" Sam suggested.

The plan seemed great to her.  "Okay, let me take a shower first. I feel so gross."

"Probably just from being around me," Sam joked.

Sally smiled back. "Probably."

She felt her way through the dark to the bathroom she knew from the second to last night spent here.  Luckily, there was more candles on the counter, with matches beside them.   She knew she would injure herself trying to shower in the dark. 

The water was warm, so she knew that Sam payed some bills.  Does he have a job?  There was still so many things she had yet to learn about him.  She let that thought go down the drain with the soap remains, and washed away all the stress from the past few days.

Finding Sam in the dark was getting easier and easier with practice, but it still couldn't beat good ol' Thomas Edison's greatest invention.

"Hey Sam," she felt her way towards him, finally meeting touching her fingertips with his. "What did light ever do to you?"

"Nothing."

"That's good.  Then we should stop by Wal-mart later and re-unite old friends.  Me and my watts."

Sam laughed, "Okay."

"One more favor?"

"Sure." Sam smiled.

"Can I borrow some clothes?"

"And that my friend, brings me to my next point." He lead her into his room, with a white lacy dress laid out on the bed.  She reconized it to be what Sam had used as a table cloth once.  "You'll need this for tonight."  He gestured to the beautiful dress, "And these."  He handed her some heels.  "Size 7.  I checked your Pumas."  With that, he smiled with delight in his mystery and left her to change.

She examined the dress.  It didn't make sense.  A dated, but pretty, lacy white gown with sexy, silver pumps?  She picked it up and something red fell out with and landed on the ground.  Comprehension, sweet understanding!  The lacy, white "dress" really was a table cloth.  Well, a table cloth/ dress cover.

The real dress fit the shoes better.  It was more modern and promised confidence to any wearer.  She tried it on, and it fit perfectly.  So did the shoes.  She felt like Cinderella being spoiled by her Fairy Godmother.  Except her Prince Charming was her Fairy Godmother.  She glided down the hall, to show off to Sam, laughing at Cinderella, knowing she got a better deal.

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"Pleaseeee tell me where we are going." Begged Sally.

"No chance, almost there."

"Thanks for the dress, by the way.  Its gorgeous."

"It was my mother's."

"Tell me about her."

"She was the most caring person I've ever met.  I wish you could have met her.  You two would get along great. "

Sally smiled, imaging scenes with a mischevious dark haired woman, that she knowed would never happen.

"Her and my father died in a plane crash two years ago." Sam finished at that finality.

Sally wondered if that's what made him snap.  Though he his actions and thoughts seemed much more normal since last night's confessional.

"They left me a vineyard a few miles from here.  It's very pretty in the summer, I'll have to take you there soon.  It's kind of ironic though, since I'm still a year to young to drink wine."

He drove up to a fancy building and the two got out, Sam handing the Suzuki over to vallet.

"I don't believe any one will be looking for us here." Sam lead her onto a floor crowded by many other well dressed couples.

Sally looked around, but comcluded no one could beat Sam's looks in his tux.  She even got the evil eye from a girl sitting at a table on the side with a blonde afro haired man, wheezing at his own joke.

"Dancing?  This happens outside of movies?"

"Of course." Sam laughed.

"I don't know how."

"I'll show you. Follow my lead."

She miniced his footsteps and was glad this was regular waltzing, and Sam had not decided to go clubbing. 

She relaxed and let herself have fun with flowing with the classy music. 

"Hey, your a natural." Sam encouraged.

Sally took in the room.  It was majorly a dance floor, with a few tables for dining.  There was a bar, with a kitchen showing behind a wall of liquor.  It must not have been a busy time for cooks, because several people in white were looking up at a television showing a news report.

Sally slipped as she saw her face in the screen.  Sam helped her up. He followed her eyes until he found the report. 

A chef with what must have been a feline's hearing or maybe just a gut feeling looked their way when Sally fell.  Then he looked back at T.V. Sally.  Then at Sam's Sally again.  He poked another cook near him and said something to him in hysterics.

"That's probably not the best sign." Sally panic whispered as three men came running her way.