Feral was too suspicious. She knew that Frank's reaction to Mick's behavior wasn't a good sign. She understood clearly why Frank had really warned her to call first. She felt that she had to find out the truth. With that thought in mind, she hurried down the road in her car, driving straight to his place. She contemplated what she would do if she found out her suspicions were true. In the end, she checked her pocket for the slip of paper with Frank's number, and it was enough that it was still there. Michael's house came into view. It was a small, white building. She knew it had only two rooms and a bathroom, which was typical of a 'just starting out' kind of place. She knocked on the thin red door. After a brief quiet, the door creaked open. Mick stood in a white shirt and jeans, his brown hair tossed messily. He smiled, "Hey, Farel. What are you doing here?" She stepped in, "Just wanted to see you. Did I wake you up?" He grinned, "Nah. I just haven't showered yet." She looked slowly around the small kitchen she now stood in. There were two plates in the sink. There was also a bouquet of flowers on the tiny table. She had set them there. He hugged her from behind, "I'm glad you showed up. I've missed you." She couldn't help smiling, "Really?" "Uhuh." He turned her to face him and locked his lips on hers. He put both arms around her and didn't let go. She giggled as she kissed him. After a while, he pulled away, "I love you." Just then, the phone rang. Mick's eyes shifted quickly, and he hurried to the phone, "Hello?" There was a long pause, and finally, he spoke again, "I'm sorry, you must have the wrong number. Goodbye." Click.