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Desmond turned to Wesley and snapped, "I've already been asking the same questions, and Marshall was going to start a hot bath. Alright, I got it under control." His thoughts were going a mile a minute. He knew that she wasn't going to die, it was impossible. She couldn't die, but the thought of losing her was too great. He risked a caress to her face. She still felt cold as ice. He took off his purple suit jacket and put it around her shoulders. Desmond picked her up and disappeared. He reappeared infront of Alaska's trailer. He walked in and heard the bath water running. He sighed with relief. He walked into the bathroom and saw Marshall, "Get out. I've got it from here." After the boy had left he started stripping her. Desmond was careful not to get too frisky. He lowered her into the bath and sat on the toilet to make sure she was alright.

He reached for his jacket and grabbed his pipe and his box of matches. He leaned back and light up his pipe. "Tonight really isn't my night. All I wanted was a freaking quiet night... Or as quiet as a carnival would allow, but no. God has to slap me in the face and spit on me. Now, this." He took a healthy inhale and let the smoke go slowly as he tasted the apple flavored smoke against his tongue. Every decade he changed flavors or so, this decade was apple, last one was grape. He forgot about the year before. He got up from the toilet and sat down next to the love of his life. He kissed her forehead and watch the door intently, Desmond was waiting for people to crash this party. However the thought that took up the most in his memory was: "Where is my Brother?"