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Relena was despondent. She blindly moved about her grandfather's house in the early morning. All during the night and morning, the same questions haunted her: did she really say that to her beloved Heero? Her hero? How could she? She owed him her life several times over. But why was he being like this? She sincerely wished he would call. She sat on a silk couch downstairs beside a phone for the longest time. Where was her Heero? Where?
Although he had lost a lot of blood due to his wounds (and tracking them all over the colony), he felt somewhat better about the whole thing. A party was just what he needed. They stopped at DeBeer's Department Store. Quatre went in with Heero, and the two emerged a few minutes later with a small velvet box.
Trowah felt the wind whipping at his face through his helmet. He remembered Dorothy, a spunky beauty that loved wars and could put you in danger with one look. Every time somebody mentioned her around Quatre, he blushed. Trowah smiled. He wondered if Dorothy liked Quatre. He stopped at a huge white house trimmed in green. He took off his helmet and walked up to the green door. He rang the bell. A maid answered.
"Yes?" she greeted.
"Is Dorothy here?" he asked politely.
"Miss Dorothy!" the maid screamed. Upstairs, Dorothy dropped her summer studies and opened her door.
"Yes?" she called down.
"There's a young man here to see you!"
"Coming!" the sound of feet coming down the stairs echoed in the hallway Trowah was in.
"Come in, young man." The maid invited. Trowah stepped inside. The house had a sharp, cool scent and a homely feel. Dorothy appeared seconds later.
"Trowah Barton!" she exclaimed.
"Hi Dor—" he started, but stopped when she ran up and jumped in his arms. He dropped his helmet and held her. Lucky for Trowah, Dorothy couldn't have weighed more than 120 pounds. He blushed a little. The maid excused herself, thinking Dorothy had found her long-lost love.
"How have you been, love?" she asked eagerly, with happy eyes.
"Fine. Look, Dorothy, we're throwing a surprise party for Relena. You game?"
"You bet!"
"You're gonna have to sleep over at our house for tomorrow. Cool?"
"Great. Lemme grab my stuff. Isn't peace great?" she turned and disappeared. Trowah was pretty shocked by Dorothy's enthusiasm. He'd had his doubts, but now it seemed like Heero had a good idea. Dorothy came out later in capris and a three quarter length blouse. Trowah thought she looked cute.
"You look cute, gal." He blurted without thinking.
"Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." Dorothy produced a helmet.
"Saw your bike! Let's roll!" Dorothy shouted, sliding it over her head. She shouted bye to her maid and dragged Trowah to his bike, and he noticed her little backpack. They sped off, Dorothy screaming, "WOOOO!!"
END PART III