A broad handsome smile appeared on Davey's face as Alison spoke, yet his perceptive eyes picked up on something in her. Still keeping her hand, he brought his other hand up to her cheek, cupping it gently in a gesture that could have been interpreted as either a friendly one or loving one. Sincerity in his eyes brushed away any contemplation as he said, "It'll work out fine. Don't worry." --Laveaux 21:27, 14 December 2005 (CST) Perhaps he was right. --Alison A thick French accent drowned her words, but Alison could make it out. --Laveaux 21:27, 14 December 2005 (CST) --Alison --Alison --Alison "RUN!"