Dana's hair brushed lightly on James face as they kissed, James flinched a little like a little child being tickled. Dana pulled back suddenly.
"James I really don't like to think that you're leaving tomorrow."
"Dana, don't get worked up, it's supposed to be an easy mission, there and back in less than a month."
Dana still had a sad look on her face to James kissed her again. Dana didn't resist and they sat there, on her bed just kissing passionately for what seemed like hours on end. She never wanted it to end.
Finally she broke their contact.
"James, lets go to your room and I'll help you pack…"
Dana was remembering that last night with James and she walked mindlessly around campus. She looked down at the smudged writing on the wet piece of paper. She read it for the one hundredth time. It read;
Dana, I'ts James. This mission isn't going well… I'm not sure if I will survive. Things have gone wrong… very wrong. I'm not sure if this will get to you. But If I die, I just wanted to let you know that I love you. Take care of Lauren for me. James xx
Dana's tears started pouring down her face again. The not became even more saturated by her tears. She walked in the rain back to her room and flopped down on her bed, straight into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Dana woke with a start and found herself staring into the joyful eyes of James younger sister Lauren.
"Wakey Wakey Dana!"
"Piss off Lauren," Dana retorted, "I'm not in a good mood."
'Why? Cause James mission is running a bit long? Oh I'm sure he'll be back any day now!"
"I said PISS OFF!"
Lauren stamped her foot and stormed out of the room. Dana dropped her head back on her pillow. But she couldn't sleep. All she could think about was James. She denied he was dead, she knew James was better than that.
The sat bolt upright, a thought had rushed into her head. What if she went to find James, prove to herself that he wasn't dead? But how was she going to get all the way to America?