As the dance began, Jonathan's mind reeled. The ambulance had been called for so all he had to do was keep Robin calm until they got there. And keep her away from Jennifer. He shuffled more toward the center of the room, away from the knife, giving Lt. Draper the opportunity to collect the weapon.

Hopefully, if Robin couldn't see Jennifer, she wouldn't feel the need to…Jonathan swallowed forcefully in a suddenly tight throat…kill his wife. He shuffled left and right, right and left, keeping Robin's back to the door – where Jennifer stood with Lt. Draper and the detective.

The ambulance attendants entered the house soundlessly, aware of the volatile nature of their patient. Jonathan carefully 'danced' Robin to them. As soon as they touched her, she screamed as if they had acid on their hands.

"Nooooo!" Robin wailed.

Jonathan stepped back, but Robin caught his sleeve.

"You're MINE," she screamed.

Lt. Draper and the detective jumped in to help the attendants with the nearly out of control Robin as Jonathan twisted out of his jacket to escape. Jennifer rushed into his arms and Jonathan's world righted.

"Noooo!" Robin screamed as the four men finally managed to strap and tie her on the gurney. "He wants ME!"

She quieted suddenly and snuggled Jonathan's jacket like a child's favored blanket. "He loves me…" she murmured, "…he loves me not. He loves ME … he loves me not … he LOVES me … he loves me not…" Tears ran down her face and her mumblings became incomprehensible as she was pushed out the door to the waiting ambulance.

Jonathan held Jennifer tightly, needing the feel of her. Taking a deep breath, he realized that Robin had smelled the same as Jennifer, only more strongly, as if she'd bathed in the perfume. Although mildly disconcerting, he dismissed it as Jennifer trembled in his arms.

"It's all right now, Darling, it's over," he whispered in her ear and held her tighter.

"Uh, we'll be going in to the hospital now," Lt. Draper said to the embraced couple. "I'll be back, uh, tomorrow to get your statements.

"I'll, uh, just let myself out," he said, seemingly to himself.

Jonathan wasn't sure how much time had passed since everyone left. He'd just held on to Jennifer, and she to him. "Let's sit," he said softly, pulling Jennifer with him to the couch.

Once she was seated beside him, he took her face in his hands. "I'm so sorry…" he began, "I know I promised…"

"I thought she'd killed you," Jennifer blurted out, pulling Jonathan to her again. "I thought you were dead."

"Why?" He pulled back, wiping tears from Jennifer's face.

Taking a deep, calming breath, Jennifer said, "She was supposed to be having dinner with you. She had to have your keys to get in the house. How else could that happen?" She reached out, touching his cheek, as if to convince herself he was really alive. "You'd never willingly let that happen."

"No," Jonathan said. "She drugged my wine, I think. I passed out. She must have gotten my keys then." He rubbed the back of his neck, remembering Lt. Draper's rough reviving method.

"Oh, Jonathan," Jennifer said, concern furrowing her brow. "Are you all right?"

Jonathan shook his head. Not that he wasn't all right, but that after all that she'd been through, Jennifer was thinking of him. After his frank promise that nothing was going to happen tonight, guilt weighed heavily on his heart. "I'm fine," he assured her. "You…"

Jennifer placed her finger on Jonathan's lips, stopping him mid-sentence. "I'm fine now that I know you're okay. But," she put her hand on his shoulder for emphasis, "next time, should there be one, I WILL go with you if I prefer to do so."

Jonathan smiled, leaned in and kissed her. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Darling."