You're Intoxicated By My Very Presence.

"what Are You Thinking?" He Asked Curiously. I Looked Up Into His Deep Gold Eyes, Became Befuddled, And, As Usual, Blurted Out The Truth. "i'm Trying To Figure Out What You Are."

“don't Be Offended, But You Seem To Be One Of Those People Who Just Attract Accidents Like A Magnet. So... Try Not To Fall Into The Ocean Or Get Run Over Or Anything, All Right?” He Smiled Crookedly. The Helplessness Had Faded As He Spoke. I Glared At Him. “i'll See What I Can Do,” I Snapped As I Jumped Out Into The Rain. I Slammed The Door Behind Me With Excessive Force. He Was Still Smiling As He Drove Away.

I Promise That This Will Be The Last Time You’ll See Me. I Won’t Come Back. I Won’t Put You Through Anything Like This Again. You Can Go On With Your Life Without Any More Interference From Me. It Will Be As If I’d Never Existed.

It Was Amazing How Instantaneously The Choking Fear Vanished, Amazing How Suddenly The Feeling Of Security Washed Over Me - Even Before I Was Off The Street - As Soon As I Heard His Voice.

Ian Didn't Come. He Just Sat Here With You--he Said He Didn't Care What You Looked Like. He Wouldn't Let Anyone Else Put A Finger On Your Tank At All, Not Even Me Or Mel. But Doc Let Me Watch This Time. It Was Way Cool, Wanda. I Don't Know Why You Wouldn't Let Me Watch Before. They Wouldn't Let Me Help, Though. Ian Wouldn't Let Anyone Touch You But Him.' Ian Squeezed My Hand And Leaned In To Whisper Through All The Hair. His Voice Was So Low That I Was The Only One Who Could Hear. 'i Held You In My Hand, Wanderer. And You Were So Beautiful.