It was so cold. Anne pulled her arms close to her chest as chill bumps covered her arms and uncovered legs. A gentle wind ruffled her blood splattered, shredded clothing.
Maybe it wasn't just her chills that were causing her to shake. An angered, but soothing voice was calling her name, "Anne, Anne!" It sounded extremely urgent and she really wanted to sit up and answer it, but the blackness continued to cloud her brain.
"Please come back to me, Anne," the voice whispered. Two strong-arms aloud her to be pulled close to the soothing voice.
She recognized the voice, and began to fight to reach out through the darkness.
A rush of pain rattled her brain as the light flooded from a high street lamp flushed down at her. The street scene surrounding her was becoming more and more clear.
The two arms around her still clung to her tightly and with her mind coming back to her she returned the embrace.
"Anne?" the figure whispered in between sobs.
"Where in Hell have you been?" she frowned, pulling away from Spot to give him a slap to the back of the head.
"Still your same old self I see," he said, whipping away his tears and plastering his famous smirk from ear to ear.
"I guess you'll have ta finish me off, now that I have seen you make such a ninny out of yourself," she chuckled, brushing away the bit of snow that had made a blanket upon her and the messy curls around her face.
Spot continued to grin. "Naw, I had a good reason," he paused, "But don't you go tellin' nobody or I might jist have ta."
"Well, we better get on back ta da fight. I'm sure dey're needin' us," she suggested, offering him a hand up off of the floor.
She frowned at his smug look. "I ain't lettin' ya go anywhere in da shape you're in right now." he said, taking a firm place in front of her.
Anne looked down at her shabby condition he was referring to, but refused to show her will to give up, "Well, den you can jist stand right here for da rest of da night for all I care. I am not a quitter, Spot."
He was getting used to her amazing stubbornness, but he was gratefully surprised about her course of action. "I'm jist gunna borrow one of dose fifty pairs a clothes that you are wearin' right now and then get my behind back over dere," she smiled, removing one of his many pairs of clothes he was wearing to put on over her severely torn garments.
"Do you know what jist happened ta you?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes, I know exactly what jist happened ta me, but dis ain't da time or da place for a pitty party." She changed clothes, and all the while Spot's admirable expression never vanished.
"Now are you coming or what?" she asked, her eyes scanning him up and down nervously. His staring seemed to be penetrating into her own eyes and she was quite startled when he shrugged, "It'd be an honor, me lady."