Mary walks back downstairs and knocks on the door to Robbie's room, hoping for some reason Robbie was still in the process of transporting his things, maybe giving Mary some more time. Unfortunately, she has no such luck. Wilson opens the door, and takes Mary by the hand, pulling her inside.

Wilson takes note of her choice in sleeping attire: pajama pants and a camisole tank top. "Don't you think you'll be a little chilly in that? Its not as warm here as it is in Florida."

See, good ol' Wilson, looking out for me. Kevin was definitely lying. What was I thinking?  Mary stops being afraid, or at least convinces herself that she has stopped, and walks into the room. "Well, I was hoping you would keep me warm."

"Certainly."

Mary loved having Wilson all to herself. That was one thing that Mary didn't miss about Billy- him being there all the time. She loved the little guy to pieces, honest she did, but it was hard for them to get any time alone. He was constantly staring at them. No kissing, no hugging, no nothing until he left the room. Not that Mary blamed Wilson, she doesn't want him watching them either, but after a while she could care less if he was in the room or not. Many times Wilson pulled away from Mary when Billy entered the room, and Mary tried to keep going. It was funny, the times she seemed to want him the most, when he looked so incredibly endearing, always happened to be when Billy was in the room. Sometimes she just wished they could have one day alone. Now they had all the time alone they could ever wanted, and they both secretly missed Billy interrupting them. Well, Wilson missed them more than Mary, but still those moments, however awkward they could be, were certainly missed.

They sit on the bed, and Wilson leans back against the pillows. Mary lies down on top of him. Wilson wraps his arms around Mary in front of her, and instinctively she tenses up. She attempts to relax, but it is too obvious.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she lies. She rolls over onto her side and snuggles closer into Wilson. She wraps her arms around him, and pulls him tightly toward her.

"You sure?" he says, wrapping his arms around her as well.

Mary doesn't answer. She instead closes her eyes and begins to think things through in her favorite place in the world to be, Wilson's arms. Should I tell him or shouldn't I? Would he even care? If I was him I'd care, but he's a lot stronger than I ever will be. Wilson kisses the top of Mary's head, interrupting her thoughts.

"What's wrong?  Are you tired, upset, what? I know something's on your mind. Tell me."

Those words were all that she needed. In a way, though, she felt bad for Wilson. "Tell me." He was so naïve. She pauses for a second, thinking about what was going to come out of her mouth.

"Mare?"

"I…uh…" she stammers, stalling. The last thing she wants to happen is for Wilson to tell her that Kevin is telling the truth. Besides the fact that she would be crushed if Wilson really did do what Kevin accused him of doing, Mary would loose herself. Wilson is the only thing in this world that keeps her sane. If she found out he had lost it, she wouldn't know which way is up anymore. Wilson starts to rub her back, and she decides to continue, against her intuition.

"Kevin told me something before I came down here." She starts, unable to look Wilson in the eyes. "He told me that he found out something about you when he went to work this afternoon."

"Huh? What do you mean 'he found out something about me'?"

"Kevin told me, um, that," Mary closes her eyes tightly as she listens to herself tell the train wreck of a story.  "He said that you were arrested this summer."

"Arrested? For what?"

"For beating Billy."

"What?!" he says almost screaming, and then sitting fully upright, Mary falling into his lap.

"But I told him that that was impossible, that you'd never hurt Billy. I told him that wasn't why Billy was gone at all."

"Why would he say something like that?"

"He's been saying stuff like that since we got here. He's jealous of you or something."

"Why?"

"I honestly don't know."

"Wait, when you say 'stuff like that', stuff about me?"

"No, stuff about me. Lucy told me. She implied that when she talked to me before."

"Well, he can say as much stuff about me as he wants, but he crossed the line when he talked about you."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm going to do something about this."

"Like what?"

"I'm going to talk to him. He has no reason to talk about me, or you. Does he?"

"No."

"Then I'm going to go stick up for you, for both of us."

"I don't think you should."

"I don't need someone saying things about me, Mary, and neither do you. we can't let him think that it is all right for him to do this. We're going to be here for another week."

"But-"

"Where is he?"

Mary looks at her watch. She sees that it is 11:30. "Well, um, he has the garage apartment, I guess he'd be there."

Wilson stands and opens the door.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, stay here."

"Why? What are you going to do?"

"I'm just going to talk to him."

"Don't do anything stupid."

"I won't."

"So, can I come then? I want to go with you. I don't think you should talk to him alone."

"I'll be back in ten minutes. Just stay here. You look exhausted."

"So do you."

Wilson smiles at her and walks out the door.

"Wilson-" Mary yells after him, not really knowing why. Something just told her not to let him go.

"Stay, I want to talk to him alone."

"I know, but it's not that. Please, don't go. Wait until tomorrow."

"Why?"

"I don't know exactly; I just have a bad feeling about this." Mary recalls all of her "bad feelings" she had had in the past couple of years. Being around Coach Koper, playing fire drill with Lucy before the station wagon was hit, Wilson calling her that night and saying he had to break their dinner date- all of them led to bad things and unfortunate incidents. Her mind races, still having a hunch that this would all blow up in their faces, or his. He voice inside her head tells her once again to not let Wilson go find Kevin. "What about our nap?" she asks him, trying to seduce him into staying. As soon as she said that, though, she knew he was leaving. From experience she was aware that it was nearly impossible to seduce Wilson into anything. He was the most levelheaded person Mary knew, except for now.

"I'll be right back. Try not to miss me too much." He says with a wink.

Mary watches Wilson walk down the hallway, and then hears him walk down the stairs. The house was quiet tonight, quieter than she had ever remembered, and she could even hear Wilson open and close the back door. Once she heard the door slam, she never she was being stupid. She felt so strongly that Wilson shouldn't be there, she had to at least try and do something. She gets up off the bed, and starts to walk down the stairs to go out to the apartment over the garage.