Jack stepped back into the bunker to get his stuff while Rose stayed out,
trying to rank her thoughts.
She was on the verge of running away with a man she knew for a few hours.
What if he was no better than Cal?
There was something in his eyes that proved the opposite but she couldn't be careful enough.
Her leg felt numb and when she looked down to check it, she saw the dark green cloth wrapped around it.
She smiled briefly to herself.
Suddenly a warm hand pressed a soft pressure on her shoulder and Rose felt a tingling wave flow over her body.
"Ready?" his calm voice whispered in her ear.
Rose could feel the heat of his breath on her cheek and her body shivered like the trembling heart of a captive bird.
Jack took her scent in again, it still smelled like wild flowers and vanilla but now the perfume of roses prevailed.
Her balmy hair stroke his face and he could feel her strength in the wind.
She seemed determined to get through this hard time, she seemed so certain of herself.
He felt that his heart was longing for her and he was afraid that it would become too much for him to handle.
"I think so." Rose interrupted his thoughts.
Jack had been thinking about where they should leap to for a little while.
He figured the journey wasn't going to be a bed of roses but they would be okay.
Suddenly he startled at the expression 'a bed of roses' and felt his cheeks turn as red as the fires of hell.
"I got a idea where to go to." she continued "I think we'd better get to a big city like Rennes. It's not too far from here and we'll be safe there for a little while, by train we'll be there in an hour."
Jack just nodded, she was right. In his head the thought of leaving for Paris had crossed his mind but Paris was far away from here and the police might be thinking in the same line. Rennes was the best thing.
The irregular singing of the brown, red and yellow leaves on the ancient trees was the only sound that played in the thin, stale air.
Jack looked around anxious; he wanted to get her away from here.
"Let's go." he said as he took her hand and guided her through the nettles.
Rose didn't feel the burning in her legs as much as she had done yesterday but they still ached as they passed them.
Again she noticed the green cloth wrapped around her leg and stopped abrupt.
"You did that?" she asked while the gratitude overcame in her voice.
"It didn't stop bleeding, I had to do something." Jack made it seem as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Rose just smiled one of her breathtaking smiles again and Jack's heart skipped a beat.
What was going on with him?
Why was it that Rose just had to look at him to make him feel as if he was on cloud nine?
They walked in a strong and steady pace through orange scenery, formed by the glow of the garish sun in the east.
Trees painted with gold and silver and clouds of white satin were their company.
A tender breeze stroke Rose's cheek with its soft touches and spread the odor of the ocean over the land.
In the grass Jack saw little drops of dew, or the remains of the storm, which multiplied their reflection like a mirror.
High above them sea - gulls sounded like the most beautiful nightingale.
Suddenly Rose saw the gray contours of an apartment building and they left Eden behind.
Fetid fumes hung over the city and dispersed a toxic smelling odor.
The streets were still deserted but Rose could feel the doings in the buildings.
Jack looked around from one corner to the next, making sure they weren't followed.
For some reason he felt watched but had no explanation for it.
He spied on Rose from the corner of his eye, trying to figure out what she felt, if she knew what he was feeling...
She was on the verge of running away with a man she knew for a few hours.
What if he was no better than Cal?
There was something in his eyes that proved the opposite but she couldn't be careful enough.
Her leg felt numb and when she looked down to check it, she saw the dark green cloth wrapped around it.
She smiled briefly to herself.
Suddenly a warm hand pressed a soft pressure on her shoulder and Rose felt a tingling wave flow over her body.
"Ready?" his calm voice whispered in her ear.
Rose could feel the heat of his breath on her cheek and her body shivered like the trembling heart of a captive bird.
Jack took her scent in again, it still smelled like wild flowers and vanilla but now the perfume of roses prevailed.
Her balmy hair stroke his face and he could feel her strength in the wind.
She seemed determined to get through this hard time, she seemed so certain of herself.
He felt that his heart was longing for her and he was afraid that it would become too much for him to handle.
"I think so." Rose interrupted his thoughts.
Jack had been thinking about where they should leap to for a little while.
He figured the journey wasn't going to be a bed of roses but they would be okay.
Suddenly he startled at the expression 'a bed of roses' and felt his cheeks turn as red as the fires of hell.
"I got a idea where to go to." she continued "I think we'd better get to a big city like Rennes. It's not too far from here and we'll be safe there for a little while, by train we'll be there in an hour."
Jack just nodded, she was right. In his head the thought of leaving for Paris had crossed his mind but Paris was far away from here and the police might be thinking in the same line. Rennes was the best thing.
The irregular singing of the brown, red and yellow leaves on the ancient trees was the only sound that played in the thin, stale air.
Jack looked around anxious; he wanted to get her away from here.
"Let's go." he said as he took her hand and guided her through the nettles.
Rose didn't feel the burning in her legs as much as she had done yesterday but they still ached as they passed them.
Again she noticed the green cloth wrapped around her leg and stopped abrupt.
"You did that?" she asked while the gratitude overcame in her voice.
"It didn't stop bleeding, I had to do something." Jack made it seem as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Rose just smiled one of her breathtaking smiles again and Jack's heart skipped a beat.
What was going on with him?
Why was it that Rose just had to look at him to make him feel as if he was on cloud nine?
They walked in a strong and steady pace through orange scenery, formed by the glow of the garish sun in the east.
Trees painted with gold and silver and clouds of white satin were their company.
A tender breeze stroke Rose's cheek with its soft touches and spread the odor of the ocean over the land.
In the grass Jack saw little drops of dew, or the remains of the storm, which multiplied their reflection like a mirror.
High above them sea - gulls sounded like the most beautiful nightingale.
Suddenly Rose saw the gray contours of an apartment building and they left Eden behind.
Fetid fumes hung over the city and dispersed a toxic smelling odor.
The streets were still deserted but Rose could feel the doings in the buildings.
Jack looked around from one corner to the next, making sure they weren't followed.
For some reason he felt watched but had no explanation for it.
He spied on Rose from the corner of his eye, trying to figure out what she felt, if she knew what he was feeling...
