Vash looked to Meryl, then to the open storm cellar doors. "Is someone in there?" He whispered. Meryl nodded her head, and replied "He appeared out of no where and kept my feet on solid ground."

"Who was it?" Vash untied her arms. Meryl was tied to a large metal pole so she wouldn't fly off.

"...I.. ...."

~¤~The warm fuzzies~¤~

"I didn't see who it was." Again, Meryl lied. And again, Vash played along. He walked over to the cellar, and looked in. "Millie?" He called, and walked inside. "Millie?" Again, no answer. He walked out again. There he saw Millie walking back up to the house, smiling happily.

"Millie, where did you go?" Meryl walked over to her to get a good look at her and make sure she wasn't hurt.

"Oh, a nice mailman ducked into the cellar. Turns out he had a package for me, so I followed him to his office after the storm died down. Luckily, it was all still in tact." Millie put her things in a bag, along with her papers and clothes, and whatever else she could salvage. Meryl and Vash did the same thing, and got a ticket for a bus ride out of town.

As they all stood there, Meryl got to thinking. That man that saved her looked so familiar, but it couldn't have been who she thought it was. That would be impossible. Vash wandered off to get some food while they waited, so Meryl took that opportunity to talk to Millie alone. "Millie.. Um, I want to ask you something." Meryl looked down to her feet and bit her lip a little. She didn't want to bring the subject up.

"The answer is yes, and he says 'You're welcome.'" Millie smiled, and rocked back and forth a little as she stood there. "I don't believe it, Millie. He's dead! He's pushing up posies, he bought the farm, kicked the bucket, he's dead! D-E-A-D! Dead!" Meryl frowned. She was at the end of her rope, and was too frustrated to hold back. But Millie just giggled.

"Oh, Meryl, you're so funny when you're all worked up." As the bus pulled up, Millie loaded on the Punisher, and her luggage. Meryl lugged her baggage up there, as well as Vash's, and boarded the bus after Millie. Then they were off.

After a few minutes, Millie spoke again. "Meryl, where's Mr. Vash?"

"I thought he. Oh, no. We left him behind." Meryl sighed and rubbed her face. But when she looked up she saw Vash running along side the bus screaming like a little girl. The bus stopped and let him on. When he sat down and caught his breath he saw Meryl trying to act like she didn't know him.

To break the ice, Millie took her packages out and opened the letter. After reading it, she let Meryl look at it if she so desired. "It's from my family. They say they're proud of what I'm doing and they want to help in any way they can. They also want to meet the father." She smiled bashfully.

"That's nice, Millie. What's in the box?" Meryl looked over as Millie untied the strings. Inside there was only one item. A bracelet.

"Who is that one from, Millie?" Meryl looked the bracelet over.

"Well, it says here it's from Mr. Wolfwood. Isn't it wonderful Meryl? He remembered our Anniversary." Millie smiled and put the bracelet on.

"From Wolfwood!?" That got Vash's attention. Meryl sighed and sat next to him.

"You remember the night before the quick-draw contest, when Millie got drunk?" Vash nodded along to Meryl's story. "Well, I'm pretty sure that either that night, or the night before he died, they got married. And on that night before he did supposedly die, he got her pregnant."

Vash blinked, and took a few minutes to run that by his head a few times. "What do you mean supposedly? How could he send a package? How would he know we'd be living there?"

"That's just it. I don't know. I'm willing to bet it's a fraud. Maybe some secret admirer she thinks is Wolfwood. I just wish she'd accept that he's dead, and not coming back."

Vash was quiet the rest of the evening. As the bus drove along that night, Millie took up the whole seat laying down to sleep. So Meryl was stuck next to Vash. She sat there next to the window, watching the stars drift by. She was reminded of the night she met with Vash outside. She sang that beautiful romantic song he was singing, and sat close next to him. A warm fuzzy feeling came up through Meryl, but then she blushed and sighed.

"Of course I feel this way. I've been single all my life. It's not him, it's me. I just need a man, and he's the only one in my life. That's all, just hormones," she whispered to herself. But she lost her train of though when she felt something in her lap. It was Vash's head, and he was sleeping like a baby. Meryl couldn't help but smile. Before she knew it, she found herself feeling of his hair. It was so soft, so shiny. But the romantic mood broke when he started drooling on her skirt. Meryl shoved him into the floor and used his head as a footrest. Vash never saw it coming, and could only stay there and struggle.