Upstairs the women were concerned. They had met Mira Nova and heard about her so called 'victory'. Katie had pushed her harshly aside and was it not for Matt who stopped her, she would've done much more. Though she was not a violent girl, no – but a good whipping would not hurt a blue and stubborn snob with head made of gum.

Miss Dashwood waited keenly near the door. When the men entered the room, she ran to them at once, not leaving them in a minor peace:

"Tell me how was she? Where is she? Is she alright now? What did she look like? Did you get her out? Why isn't she with you? How about her leg? And the cobwebs? Zurgie, you promised to save her!!"

Zurg threw off his mask so that Miss Dashwood could meet his eyes. Was this lady hysteric or what!

"Calm down, Mar…Miss Dashwood. She is all right, better than ever."

Miss Dashwood thought that he was joking with her.

"Warp, tell me. You wouldn't dare to joke on me with this!"

Warp grinned to Zurg:

"Gee, buddy, ya seemda have a li'l believability-crisis here! Craters…!"

Zurg was a bit hurt and murmured:

"Well that is something I can't help."

And he went to seek his helmet. Miss Dashwood looked miserable and shouted after him:

"Wait…! Zurg! I didn't mean it that way!"

She rushed to catch him, so fast that she had to lift her hems so that she wouldn't have stumbled to those. Warp watched the funny scene. Missy D indeed cared a lot for Zurg. Then his thoughts flew back to the cellar and to the girl that had lain on his arms. She had been so sweet! He could still feel her tiny little palms around his neck and her scared breath on his cheek. Whee… He sunk totally in his own world.

Miss Dashwood had reached Zurg:

"Don't you dare put that thing to your head! I want to see you!"

Zurg answered dryly:

"As if I cared."

Miss Dashwood got tears of anger in her eyes:

"I didn't mean to fight with you! I'm still far too tired for that! The only thing I wanted was to be sure that everything really was alright but you don't seem to care! I wonder if you care for anybody but yourself, but least of all you seem to care for my feelings! But that's just fine! You don't have to stand my company from now on!"

And she ran crying away to the wardrobe.

Zurg looked after her, feeling terribly sorry. He never meant to make Miss Dashwood sad. He was mad at himself and threw the mask away once again. How could he be so stupid that he teased her when she was still weak? Unforgivable! Her words about him not caring for her feelings hurt; for she was the only one he had ever actually cared for. He went after her.

Miss Dashwood had ran behind the box of the Poky Steamer. There she found a soft blanket on which she laid herself. Her head was aching and the tears wouldn't stop coming out. She sobbed silently and wrapped in to a scarf. How could Zurg be so cruel? He had not been like that when still masked!

Meanwhile Zurg had surprised Buzz and Jessie on the other side of the little dim wardrobe.

"Craters! Buzz! What are you doing to her?" he laughed.

Jessie went totally ashamed and Buzz stammered:

"I…em…she…I mean…"

"Oh, you claim that she started it?"

"Hardy-har, Zurg. Did you have something to say or did you interrupt us just for fun?" Buzz was a little irritated.

"I was just wondering if you two have seen Miss Dashwood lately? She ran here just a minute ago."

"No we haven't. This is, as you must admit, a very somber room, and…"

"…and you two were concentrated deep on something else. I know. But thanks anyway."

Zurg left them to continue their love affair. Jessie whispered Buzz that everything was not right between him and Miss Dashwood, but Buzz told her to leave the subject. They were two adult toys and could handle the case by themselves. And besides, his kiss had been badly interrupted; he had almost reached his record of nineteen minutes. Darn! He had to begin from the start again!

On the blanket, Miss Dashwood couldn't see or hear anything, so deep she was in her thoughts. She was extremely depressed. She couldn't help wondering Zurg's behavior. She could not see that his behavior had actually always been the same, but she herself had started to react to it in a different way. She didn't recognize that she was the one who had changed. Their usual fights had suddenly turned against her, hurting her more and more and making her very vulnerable. She took them too seriously. Maybe this was because of the cellar. Or because of one particular revelation. She, however, couldn't see this. She just thought Zurg a cold-hearted - but a good-looking - toy man.

She didn't have a slightest clue that he was slowly approaching her.

Zurg didn't actually see of hear her, but he was certain of his direction. He could just somehow feel her presence –as if he suddenly had got some sixth sense. Miss Dashwood didn't expect him at all. She just suddenly felt two strong arms around her and heard a deep and harsh voice say:

"I'm sorry, Marianne."

Miss Dashwood was so surprised that she couldn't produce a single word. She just played with the fact that Zurg really had come to her. She found the situation weird and didn't know how to be or what to do –so she started to cry hysterically. The arms got more tight around her and made her feel very tiny little creature. She was both scared and relieved at the same time. She was totally out of her mind. This had been a second day too rough for her. Zurg pressed her head gently to his chest and let her cry. He knew that after a storm the air was always fresh.

Zurg had never expected hat Miss Dashwood would fall asleep there in his arms. However, he was happy to hold her like that once more. He stroked her hair and thought of his own happiness about the fact that she was Andy's toy now. He thought also his feelings –which he was never to reveal. He touched his face and felt again the features of a forty-year-old man. He sighed gravely and set his eyes on Miss Dashwood. He couldn't see her properly in the gloominess, but instead he could feel the warmth of her soft skin, smell the sweet scent of her hair and hear the young and ardent breathing. Zurg didn't believe in fate, but if it would've existed, he would've posed one simple question to it: why did she have to be so much younger than he? Why?!