"Great. You can probably put your scooter in the back of my car." You get your scooter and place it in her van. You wonder how many boys have ended up tied up in her trunk to take home while another boy was struggling in her stomach. She notices your gaze and says, "I didn't eat anyone today, because I didn't want to freak you out." You feel a little better, she is actually considering your feelings. You get in the passenger seat and she drives home.

15 minutes later, you arrive at her house. Even though she is wearing a cast, you help her to her frond door without too much trouble. "Why are you doing this, Mary?", you ask.

"Because I think your a great guy and I don't want to be the one who was chasing after such a scrawny boy for so long." She manages a weak smile.

You look at her intently, "Mary,...really."

She rises to meet your gaze, fixing you with her bright blue eyes(you never really noticed how they shown like that before now), and you can see that she is blushing a little. "Because you saved my life and I hope that maybe I can repay the favor."

You decide that she is sincere. "So what exactly are we doing anyway?", you ask. By now you have made it to her front hallway and are standing beside what you believe to be her basement door.