-Do you really go away to marrying tomorrow with Sumner?- asked Sam

Diane said yes.- Why do you ask? Does it seem to you unlikely?

-Honestly yes. -Sam said flatly.- I not think it's man for you. He does not deserve you.

-Ah! No? -Diane said defiantly-. And who would be my ideal man?, you?

-Yes. I would give you much more love than him. -said Sam firmly looking straight into her eyes.

Diane shivered. Her heart raced and her cheeks reddened again. The conversation with Sam, had shown her that there were more men in the world than Sumner. This humble bartender confused her. Sam spoke with the heart. Sumner had never spoken to her this way. She didn't know what to do or say at that time. The attraction that she was feeling for Sam was increasing exponentially to infinity, but she could not be carried away by that passion. Ultimately, Sam was a stranger.

-Hello, sweetheart! Sumner's voice sounded like thunder behind Diane, breaking the magic of the moment.

-You are here! -said Diane embarrassed while instinctively withdrew the hand that was between Sam´s hands.

-Yes darling! -Sumner said triumphantly- Here is the ring my grandma! Barbara was a little reluctant, but eventually relented. Let us take the suitcases! We're going to Barbados!

Sam paled, remained paralyzed. That should not be happening. Diane's eyes were clouded by sadness. For a moment she was torn between what said her heart and what she was thinking that it was correct. Finally latter prevailed, accepting her bitter fate.

Suddenly Sam reacted when he saw Diane spilling her first tear before leaving with Sumner never to return.

-Diane Wait! You leave?… will you leave me?, really? -Sam said distraught. A mixture of despair and sadness tinged his words.

-I think so. -the sadness of Diane now it was almost agony -.

-Wait a minute, young man! - interjected angrily Sumner-. Not bother my fiancee. I warn you that my patience has a limit.

-Shut up, do not meddle in this! -Sam cried in despair.

-Sam, are you all right? Are you sure of what you do?- asked timidly coach- You are very rare this afternoon

-Quiet, Coach.

When Sam turned back to the door of the bar to face Sumner, he saw Diane that was raising the stairs almost dragged by her fiance. She mourned looking at Sam. He could read in her eyes a silent cry for help, pleading. Sam jumped over the bar.

- Diane!… Wait .. Don´t go! ... Noooo ... !

Sam awoke to the body soaked in cold sweat and heart into a fist. When calmed down a bit, he realized that was in his room, breathless, half sitting up in bed, next to a frightened Diane, trying to reassure him with his velvety voice.

-Quiet Sam¡ It's all over ... was just a bad dream ... A nightmare ... Tell me, what happened?

Sam and Diane were sitting in the kitchen of their home. They wore with their pajamas. Sam told her his nightmare as they shared a cup of tea, a mixture of lime blossom with honey. Diane smiled.

-Why do you laugh? -Sam asked.

-If Frasier and Lilith Diane would be here, they would argue that the fear you had of losing me when we came back to Boston is yet rooted in your subconscious.

-And ...what do you say?

Diane got up and, removing a bit the kitchen table, she sat on the lap of a surprised Sam. She looked at him with tenderness and love, as she circled his neck with her arms.

- That it's flattering and wonderful ... a beautiful miracle ... A gift from God ... that my husband loves me, after so many years together, as you love me. I never will leave you, ... no matter what happens, by anything or anyone, ... not in a million years. I love you, Sam! I always have loved you, and I always will ... until the last breath of my life. Sam attracted Diane to him and kissed her on the mouth, tenderly but passionately. As he kissed her, she felt like passion gripped her husband. Sam hugged her and kissed frantically. Under the circumstances, now he was not sure if that kiss was real or not, but if it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.