February 23, 2014

Ilana woke in a good mood; thankfully, she had done her grocery shopping the day before.  All she had to do today was cook and clean the kitchen before Dr. Jihoo arrived.  She her Kim HyunJoong Pandora station and got to work.

By the time Jihoo arrived at JFK it was noon.  He opted for some lunch in the hospital cafeteria prior to using the showers in the Doctor's lounge.  Fourteen hours or more on an airplane took a toll on one's energy, no matter how often or how accustomed you are to taking such a trip.

Jihoo emerged from the lounge now fed, showered, and in fresh clothes (he always kept a clean set of clothes in his office).  He was recharged enough to make his rounds.   As usual, all his patients’ records were up to date; this was his admin's handy work.  Only she managed to organize and move Jaejoong in the right direction.  He wondered about her position in her own company.  She was not a marketing rep, but a research specialist.  She worked behind the lines as she had for WooBin.  He was sure if she put her mind to it, she would be in the top tier of executives in the company.  She studied too hard to give the position to others, but then again if she did, he wouldn't have met her.   Life would still be dull.  In taking care of for her, he'd been reawakened from his slumber.  Oh, he was absolutely devoted to all his patients and knew about their families and their lives.  But at the end of the day, he went back to sleep again.  With Ilana, he was forced to stay awake, lest she fall asleep.

 - "You must have had a good week, it's good to see you smiling."  It was Dr. Patrick.

 - "Dr. Patrick,” Jihoo inclined his head to the other Doctor.  He didn't realize he had been smiling openly.  "It was a productive week, thank you for asking."

 - "Good to hear," the older Doctor clapped him on the shoulder.  "Well, glad to have you back; although, with Miss Ilana on our team now, things run much more efficiently when you aren't here."

 - "Yes, she makes coming back home easier."

 - "I'm sure she does."  Dr. Patrick gave Jihoo a certain look that he could not discern.  "I have more rounds to do if I'm to get home before dinner, I'm sure you do too."

 - "Yes, I do."

The two Doctors went their separate ways.  Dr. Patrick couldn't help but chuckle as he walked away.  It seemed over the last month, a slow change had come over the young Doctor.  He smiled more and there was a new openness in his countenance, whereas before it was always closed.  The only time he ever looked approachable was with a patient.  The lad was brilliant, not only as a Doctor but as a department head, which is why he was highly regarded despite, being only in his late twenties or thirty.  Dr. Patrick thought for sure there was a young lady who finally caught Dr. Jihoo's eye and he had a pretty good idea who it was.

Jihoo wondered only briefly what the meaning behind Dr. Patrick's gaze was.  He went about his rounds having already forgotten about the incident.

Ilana had packed away all the week's meals and cleaned her kitchen spotless and double checked the fridge for the ingredients she needed to make some warm drinks.  Now she just had to wait for Dr. Jihoo to arrive.  She was irritated with Kike earlier as he didn't mention the festival wouldn't start until nine PM. and he wasn't on until ten.  She couldn't ask Dr. Jihoo to stay until then.  She had called him to let him know they could go out if he wanted to or skip dinner altogether if he was too tired.

 - "Anieyo, I promised I'd watch with you," Jihoo said over the phone.

 - "Jeongmal?  Aren't you tired from your week?"

 - "Anieyo, and other than reviewing the patient files and doing rounds, I didn't have that much to do.  Someone was nice enough to take care of everything while I was out."  Ilana rolled her eyes.  "I'll take a short nap before going to get dinner and then I'll be over at around seven."

 - "Arraso."

 - "Does Japanese sound good?"

 - "Anieyo, Dr. Jihoo always overspends when we have Japanese."

 - "I'll take that as a yes.  The rule was you weren't allowed to argue."

 - "Oh you..."  Ilana heard laughter on the other line.  "Arraseo but it's my turn to treat next time."

 - "I'll just take one of your home cooked meals."

 - "My Nana will be happy to know some of her cooking tutelage didn't go completely over my head."

It was his turn to laugh.  "I'm sure she will be pleased to know you are no longer suffering from malnutrition."  He could joke now but her severe underweight had almost killed her two months prior.

 - "Don't joke, if she were to know, she'd be on the first plane back over here."

 - "Arraseo, I'll see you in a while."

Jihoo had taken his nap, ordered the dinner for two at Sushi Seki and was now walking through his door to drop off his laptop and other travel gear.  He suddenly remembered his sense of Deja vu when he received the food Ilana had left on his door.  At the time, he dismissed it but now he remembered the Grandmotherly woman that had brought him food several months ago.  He was certain, now, the taste was similar to the food Ilana had left him.  Chills ran up his arm.  Could that woman and Ilana's Grandmother be one in the same?  Ilana made it sound as if she'd been here before.  The woman told him he would take care of her little girl.  Was that Ilana?  He shook his head and tried to get the idea of a prophecy out of his head.  He would dismiss it as something from a drama but it happened to him once before when a monk told him JanDi would give him a family.  Months later he was reunited with his Grandfather.  This was something to think about, just not at the moment, he needed to get to Ilana's.  Grabbing the food and a small box, he headed out the door.

 - "Did Dr. Jihoo order everything on the menu?"  Ilana asked when he arrived with a large bag of food.

 - "Anieyo, just the dinner for two and mochi for dessert."

 - "Spendthrift," she thought, at least she now knew why.  "Hot lemonade or green tea?" Ilana asked while turning on the kettle and reaching for her Asian dinnerware.

- "Green tea, anjayo," he had already unpacked the food and had it all neatly displayed on the table as well as a small box with a ribbon on it.

 - "What's this for?"  Ilana picked up the box.

 - "Anieyo, it was in one of the airport shop windows.  I thought of Ilana; consider it a thank you for your hard work when I'm gone."

 - "I'm only doing my job and I could do it much better if I were allowed to stay over time."

 - "There's no need, open it."

Ilana opened the package and Jihoo got up to pour them tea.  Ilana noticed how gracefully he did so.  She stopped admiring Dr. Jihoo's pouring skills and removed the lid from the box.  Inside the box were golden hair combs adorned with tiny colored crystals.   "These are beautiful, gomawoyo."

 - "I've seen Ilana wear combs in your hair before; I thought you would like them."  Her hair was always up when she worked or was going out somewhere but today it hung loose.  She had showered in the late afternoon and let her hair dry in its natural wave.  "Allow me," he took one of the combs and proceeded to put it in her hair.   Ilana tensed a little and was sure she was beet red.  She chose a focal point to stare at until he was done, lest she stare at his chest the entire time.  "There," Ilana resisted the urge to get up and look in the mirror.

 - "I feel I shouldn't be accepting gifts like this."  Not that she felt it was wrong or a gesture of anything other than goodwill, she just didn't want others getting the wrong idea.

 - "Wae?"

Ilana shrugged her shoulders.  "You know how Dr. Jaejoong is, he likes to tease."

 - "If he gives you a hard time, let me know.  I can handle him."  Ilana remembered Dr. Jihoo apologizing for Dr. Jaejoong's behavior at their first meeting.

 - "Gomawoyo," she smiled.  "How was your week?"

 - "Choahyo."  Jihoo decided to let her know that he knew Kim HyunJoong told her about F4.  "I know Kim HyunJoong-ssi told you about F4, if there's anything you'd like to ask me...I'm not deliberately trying to deceive anyone, so if you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer them."

 - "I understand, really.  You are under no obligation to tell me anything."

 - "We're chingu; I don't want any misunderstandings between us.  Now is your chance to ask."

Ilana bit her lip, deciding if she would ask or not^.  After a few seconds of thinking, she decided to ask.  “What did you do this week?  If you want to tell me."

 - "Nothing interesting, Harabeoji, JanDi and I run a few clinics in and around Seoul.  They take most of my time.  I have to meet with the board members each month and spend time at each one.  We have a conservatory that we usually approve scholarships for and need funding for.  We just received a new exhibit at the museum and had to tour it with the board members.  There was a problem at the stadium I needed to look into and I did not have meetings at the Shinwa Academy this month."  Ilana was amazed at everything he had to do in a five day time period.

 - "What a non-eventful week," Ilana teased.  "I can see why Dr. Jihoo is in New York, you'd be bored back home."  Jihoo liked it very much when she smiled at him, as she was now.  "Gomawoyo, for telling me, you know I won't say anything."

 - "Greoumyo!"

The two ate slowly while catching up on their week.  Ilana timidly asked questions about the conservatory, as her Mother had been to one.  Jihoo reassured her he didn't mind answering her questions as long as he could say no to a particular question if need be.  They talked about his own musical background and hesitantly he told her about his parent's desire to heal people through the arts.  Ilana was fascinated and grateful he was confiding all this to her.  She also thought there was no way she'd be able to do all his responsibilities, regardless of her education.  "He was raised into it, you weren't," she thought to herself.  The one question she was dying to ask, but couldn't, was about his parents.  Something was stopping her, a knot in her stomach, most likely because he would ask about hers too.

 - "Will Harabeoji give me a grand tour of the conservatory and the museum when I go next month?"

 - "If you give him that smile of yours, I can guarantee he'll be begging to take you."

 - "It's almost time; I can't believe we've been talking and eating for almost two hours." Ilana stood to hide her flaming face.  She never knew how to respond to his compliments.  She was sure he took delight in seeing her lose her composure.  "Let me rinse the dishes and we can eat our Mochi when the show starts."

 - "Arraso, I'll put it out on the table."

 - "I'm going to make vanilla milk later for when the headliner starts."

The two sat on the couch as the festival opening had just begun.  Both were comfortable in lounging clothes and no shoes.  It was going to be a long evening, but at least they were enjoying each other’s company.

 - "Why is your Oppa expecting you to watch this?"  Jihoo asked.

 - "Well, he works for the headliner."  Ilana had already prepared her excuse.

 - "Chincha, what does he do?"  Ilana tried to think of what to say.

 - "He's one of the dancers."  Ilana hated to lie, but she couldn't let him find out about the foundation.  She didn't know her entire story was on the foundation website until YoungSaeng had told her it was.

 - "How did he get into entertainment and you, marketing."  Jihoo had a feeling Ilana wasn't telling him the entire truth.

 - "Mollahyo, I was a recluse and he wasn't.  My Godparents have ties in the industry."  Jihoo could see Ilana fidgeting with her sweater.  A good indication that she was troubled about something.

 - "Ilana-yah."  Ilana looked up in surprise.  He never said her name casually.  "Is there something bothering you?"

 - "Anieyo."

 - "Then stop playing with the button on your sweater."  He took her hand and brought it to rest between them on the couch.

They remained quiet listening to the music of the Chilean Philharmonic.  Jihoo noticed Ilana began to relax and enjoy the music.  She was paying such close attention to the concert pianist, he thought she wouldn't even know if got up and left.  Her eyes were moist and her brows were furrowed.  He wanted to hand her his handkerchief but didn't want to break the spell.

Ilana had been remembering her Mother as she played.  In her mind's eye, she saw not the young woman on the television, but her Mother.  It was her face, her smile, her hands.  She longed to crawl into the screen and sit with her and feel her hands close to hers.  Soon that portion of the program was over and she came back to reality, wiping her eyes before Dr. Jihoo could see.

  - "I'm going to start that hot Vanilla."  Ilana jumped up from her seat before he could see her.  "Kike will be on soon."

 - "Gwenchana?"  Jihoo grabbed her hand.

 - "Deh, listening to this type of music makes me emotional, remember?"  He gave her his gentle smile that said it's okay to cry.

Ilana busied herself in the kitchen, hands shaking slightly.  Why must everything remind her of her parents?  She poured the milk and sugar in the saucepan and was about to score the vanilla beans when the knife slipped and cut her index finger.  She gasped when she felt the sting of the knife.

Jihoo, with his cat like stealthiness, had been watching her unnoticed.  He quickly the kitchen sink and pushed her finger under the water.  While Ilana waited for her finger to stop bleeding, Jihoo scored the vanilla and finished preparing their vanilla milk and turned the stove off.

 - "Apply pressure to your finger with a paper towel and keep it raised above your head.  Anja, I'll bring the drinks and you tell me where your first aid kit is."

 - "It's under the guest bathroom sink.  I can get it."

 - "Anja I'll get it." Jihoo retrieved the first aid kit and cleaned and bandaged the injured finger.

 - "Gomawo."

 - "Remind me to buy you kid friendly knives."  He grinned at her as she narrowed her eyes at him.

 - "Annoying knows it all Oppa," Ilana mumbled.  "Ricky Martin is going to start!"  Ilana turned her attention back to the television.  "Kike said the first song was the new one."  Ilana smiled as she saw her brother walk out on stage in his white suit.  He was huge and with a visible tattoo on his chest.  Was this broad tall muscular guy the same scrawny little pre-teen that had walked into her house and stopped her from taking her life?

 - "Which is your Oppa?"  Jihoo had been admiring her smile; she missed her brother, he could tell.

 - "Umm..."  Ilana scanned the dancers for someone that could pass for her brother.  "The second on my left."

 - "I can't really tell, do you resemble each other?”

 - "Anieyo, not really."  She was pretending to pay close attention to the screen in order to avoid more questions.  Jihoo sensed she was done answering questions for now.

The first song ended (Music).

 - "Mianhaeyo, Dr. Jihoo," Ilana turned to him.  "Ricky Martin's songs may be good for dancing but the lyrics leave something to be desired."

 - "Gwenchana," he smiled in reassurance.

The second song made Ilana wish the couch would swallow her up.  She had forgotten about 'Shake Your Bon Bon'.  Kike knew she hated it, why did he include it in a show he wanted her to watch.  Jihoo was enjoying Ilana's consternation much more than the show.  The songs end did nothing to ease Ilana's embarrassment.  The male dancers grabbed their female partner’s behinds as they shook.  Ilana gasped in embarrassment, this was not something she wanted to watch with Dr. Jihoo or even by herself.

Jihoo laughed at her.  "Gwenchana, watching Ilana turn every shade of red is much better than the show."  Ilana threw a pillow at him meaning to launch it past him but hit his head instead.

 - "Omo!  Mianhae, jeongmal!”

Jihoo remained serious, making her fear she had angered him.  Then he launched his counterattack, hitting her head, he dislodged the comb he had placed so carefully in her hair.  Hair a mess, she threw the pillow back and hit him in the mouth.  They had both temporarily forgotten the show in their pillow fight to the death.  After missing a song or two, Ilana called a truce.

 - "Let me fix my hair," Ilana grinned, picking up the comb that had fallen.

 - "Anieyo, it looks nice like that."  Jihoo reached over and messed it more.

 - "Dr. Jihoo is very helpful," Ilana was being sarcastic.  "I'll go refill our mugs."  Upon her return, the music had changed tempo.  "Finally, a ballad." It was 'Vuelve'. She sat down sipping on her drink.  It was late, past eleven, the warm drink was relaxing and the words to the song made her cry yet again.

Jihoo also found the song to be one of longing.  It had definitely brought the mood down.  He looked at Ilana, only to see tears staining her face.  He moved closer and took her hand; with his other hand, he wiped her tears, surprising Ilana a little.

 - "You're a cry baby, you know that?"

 - "I never used to be."

 - "Ilana-yah, you're tired, let's call it a night."

 - "Anieyo, I promised Kike I'd watch.  Dr. Jihoo must be exhausted, though.  Get some rest; I'm going to keep watching."

 - "Anieyo, I said I'd keep you company."  Ilana realized he still had her hand but she didn't mind.  His hand was the safe harbor she could go to.  It meant not just friendship but companionship and someone to tell her it was okay to cry.  Something she tried so hard to pretend she didn't need but his hand reminded her otherwise.

February 24, 2014

The rest of the show was a mix of the dance type music her brother was famous for with a few ballads interspersed here and there.  Jihoo hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep.  He woke with a start, feeling a weight on his arm.  Ilana had also fallen asleep in a position that did not look at all comfortable.  Her head leaned against his arm at a weird angle.  The television was still on and the festival was still going.  His cell phone, thankfully, was in a reachable pocket.  Looking at the time, it was almost three.  He should get home but what to do about the girl next to him.  Jihoo slowly untangled himself from Ilana.  While still supporting her upper body, he lowered her gently onto a cushion he had repositioned for that purpose.  He took a blanket from the closet and tucked it around her, finding it interesting that he knew her apartment as well as his own.  Turning off the television, he checked her phone for the alarm and changed it for later.  They could grab breakfast on the go in the morning.

The alarm went off and Ilana woke in a panic.  She was still in the living room.  Checking the time, it was almost seven, half hour past her usual wake up time.  Then she noticed her note pad and a message in Dr. Jihoo's tidy script.

Changed your alarm; sleep in and we'll grab breakfast on the way.

Ilana wanted to kick herself for falling asleep.  "At least he left me on the couch and didn't take me to the room."  She got herself ready just in time for her doorbell to ring.

 - "Is Dr. Jihoo tired?"

 - "Anieyo, is Ilana-ssi tired?  You’re not sore from sleeping on the couch?’

 - "Anieyo, gomawoyo for hanging out with me last night."

 - "Anieyo gwenchanayo.  I would have moved you to your room but I didn't want you to wake up."

 - "Gwenchanayo I was fine on the couch."  Ilana would not have liked that at all.  It was bad enough when she found out YoungSaeng had carried her to bed that one time.

They two grabbed breakfast sandwiches on the go and arrived at their desks just in time.

Abigaíl had told her parents she would be late that day, because Dr. Jaejoong's Mother had invited her to dinner.  Which was the truth; Mrs. Kim had called her Sunday late afternoon to apologize for not having been home in time to visit with her.  Isabel and she were invited for dinner, immediately after work.  The day was dragging.  Abigaíl didn't know why she felt nervous; Dr. Jaejoong and she had been getting along really well.  He was almost another person.   No longer was everything a joke and she found him easy to talk to.  Her musings were interrupted by Ilana's yawn.

 - "Did you stay up too late?"  Ilana nodded and yawned again.  This surprised Abigaíl, she knew her friend liked to sleep early.

 - "Kike wanted me to watch Viña del Mar."

 - "Is your Brother here?  And doesn't that festival go on all night?"

 - "Kike was there, which is why he wanted me to watch and I fell asleep on the couch.  I have no idea what time it ended."

 - "No wonder you were almost late.  Is Dr. Jihoo back?  Were you able to get a ride?"

Ilana nodded 'yes'.  "We were both running late."  She didn't mention to Abigaíl why they both ran late.

Ilana felt herself sleepwalking by the end of the day.

 - "I can't wait to go home.   Are you ready?"  For once Ilana was ready to go home and Abigaíl wasn't.

 - "I'm going to be a few minutes, go on without me.  I have something to do, so I drove in today."

 - "Okay girl, I'll see you tomorrow."  By the time Ilana arrived at the lobby, Dr. Jihoo and Dr. Jaejoong were also walking through the lobby, towards her.

 - "Ilana-yah, Annyeong," Dr. Jaejoong bowed after his friendly greeting.

 - "Annyeong hasseyo, Uissa."

 - "Is your sunbae still upstairs?"

 - "Deh, she drove in, she had something to do"

 - "Arraso, see you later; behave you two."  Jaejoong grinned and practically ran to the elevator.

Ilana turned to Dr. Jihoo with a bemused expression.  "What's with him?"

 - "Mollah."  Jihoo thought his charge looked tired, "pigonhaeyo?"  Ilana looked at him not comprehending.  "Are you tired?"

 - "Deh, I want dinner and sleep.  Kike is supposed to call me tonight.  I hope it's not too late."

Jihoo escorted Ilana to her door.  "Get some rest, nae chingu."  He drew her in for a quick hug and messed her hair upon release.

 - "Yah!  That's not fair, I can't reach you."  Jihoo took a giant step back and waved at his admin.

Ilana laughed and entered her apartment.

Jaejoong and his two increasingly favorite girls, at the moment, arrived at the Kim residence.

 - "Abi-yah, Isabel, I'm so happy to see you.  How is your family?  We must all get together soon." 

 - "Good, my Mother says to tell you hi."  Abigaíl thought Mrs. Kim would not pause long enough to answer her questions.

 - "Come, I've made a special dinner just for Isabel and you."

 - "Umma, I don't deserve a special dinner?"  Jaejoong complained.

 - "Of course dear, you're my only son but you know I've always wanted a daughter.  Now I feel I have one and a granddaughter as well," Mrs. Oh cupped Isabel's face tenderly.

 - "Halmoni," Isabel said.  "Where's Harabeoji?"

 - "Right here."  Mr. Kim had just come in the door and scooped Isabel into a hug.  "I thought I heard my favorite little girl.  Abigail, so glad you came.  We must have your parents over soon."

 - "Anja, we don't want Abigaíl and Isabel home too late."  They all sat around the table.  The food was delicious, Abigaíl thought.  Mrs. Oh's cooking and that of the housekeeper was as good as her own Mom's.  This time Isabel ate without hesitation, making her own lettuce wraps.

 - "Yah Isabel, save some meat for your Dr. Prince," Jaejoong teased the child, considering there was plenty.  Soon Jaejoong had Isabel in a giggling fit, while he pretended to steal some of the meat on her plate.

 - "Isabel!  Dr. Jaejoong, please, she's going to spill everywhere."  Abigaíl was smiling fondly at the scene in front of her but would be horribly embarrassed if Isabel's plate came tumbling down.

 - "Don't worry, Abigaíl, I'll clean it up afterward."

 - "Umma, you would scold if I dropped a single grain of rice."

 - "That's why you are so meticulous when you eat."  Abigaíl had noticed, although Dr. Jaejoong enjoyed his food.  He was very careful not to spill or get dirty.

 - "Yah!  What about you?  Abi-ssi doesn't talk at all until she's done eating."

 - "Ilana and I talk while we eat."  At least she thought they did.

 - "Gwenchana, I like a girl who's not afraid to eat."  Jaejoong took pleasure in watching Abigaíl blush.  His parents were enjoying the show.  Glad their son was showing an active interest in Abigaíl.

The playful conversation continued throughout the entire meal.  For dessert, Mrs. Oh brought out the cake Abigaíl had brought Saturday and plum tea.  Mr. Kim decided to go for the kill.

 - "Abi-ssi, our son could use a good girl like you in his life to tame him."  Abigaíl nearly spit out her tea.

 - "Abeoji, I expect that comment from Umma, not you."

 - "Abeoji is just saying we wouldn't mind if that were to happen.  Abigaíl dear, I'm certain my son would not have any objections."

 - "Umma!"  This time it was Jaejoong to blush furiously.  Abigaíl couldn't help laugh at the look of mortification on his face.

Abigaíl thought it best she begin to say her goodbyes.  If she stayed any longer, she would be leaving with a wedding date.

 - "I'm sorry to see you go, dear," Mrs. Oh said.  "I'll call your Eomonni and we'll set up a lunch date, the four of us."

 - "I'll make sure to tell her."

 - "It's always a pleasure, come back soon."  Mr. Kim bowed to Abigaíl.  "Jaejoong-ah, her home."

 - "Deh, Abeoji, I was planning too."

Jaejoong followed Abigaíl home, although still before eight.  He had taken her from her routine and preferred to make sure she arrived home safely.   Once in front of her house, he quickly got out of the car and opened Abigail’s door and helped Isabel out of her car seat.

 - "Thank you for following us, you didn't have to."

 - "No, but I wanted to.  Jagiya, I want my goodnight kiss."  Jaejoong lowered himself to Isabel's level.

She gave him a squeezing hug with all her strength and whispered in his ear.  "Jalja Dr. Prince, Appa."

Jaejoong laughed out loud in surprise.  "Yah, who told you to call me that?"

 - "Halmoni."

 - "Is that what nae jagiya would like?"  Isabel nodded giggling.  "I'll see what I can do.  Jagiya has to help me too, arraso?"

 - "Arraso."  Isabel scampered off to go inside.

Abigaíl had been watching, arms crossed, wondering what those two were up to.  "What were you two scheming?"  She asked in her Mom voice.

 - "Anieyo," Jaejoong denied any scheming.  Abigaíl continued to scowl at him in disbelief.  "Isabel's Umma, I need my goodnight hug."  He swooped in for a quick hug and kissed her cheek.  "Nanun norul joahamnida (I like you)."

 - "What did you just say?”

 - "I'll tell you another time," grinning, he walked back to his car.

Abigail shook her head, also grinning.  "Weirdo," she spoke into the cold night.

Ilana had turned in before nine.  It didn't matter where she sat, her eyes wanted to close.  She decided to crawl in bed, thinking the phone ringing would wake her up if she dozed off.  It was nine and Kike hadn't called her.

In Chile, Enrique was stalling.  The information he had for Ilana was not what she was expecting.  He had a late lunch with his manager and went over his schedule.  He had to make an appearance on 'The Voice Ahla Saw' the day before Suzy's wedding.  Even if he could get to South Korea in time, he couldn't pick up Ilana in New York beforehand.  The old Catholic in him came out and he made the sign of the cross.  He needed any help he could get.  His Manita would not be angry but she'll feel abandoned and worried about making the trip on her own.  Finally gathering the courage, he dialed her number.

Alright, my loves, I couldn't think of a very good title for this chapter, so I hope you like it.  If you think of anything better let me know.

 - Saranghae