The hours passed quickly to days, the days melted together into weeks, and the weeks soon became months. The two mostly spent their time together entwined in each other's arms. There was much talk about Gleason's move to Windurst, and their idistant/i future plans to start a family. But the more they talked, the more it was apparent that their time in paradice was coming to an end.

It wasn't until one night, a month into their prolonged honeymoon, that they started to come back to reality once more.

"Gleason?"

"Yes love," He kissed his beloved in his arms. She fit so perfectly in his broad embrace, that it seemed as she was always ment to lay there.

"I don't want to leave."

The thought, at first, was the same as his own; but they both knew that they had responsibilitys back at home.

"Neither do I, but you know that isn't possible," Gleason took a big sigh. He so hated to dissilusion her, no matter how whimsical her thoughts may be. He desperatly thought of a way to make their homecomming something to look forward to. "Our food rations will be out by tomorrow anyways. See it as a sign"

She smiled, even though she still wanted to stay on the beautiful island longer. "You're rrright of course, it was just a thought."

He could hear the sad tone in her voice, "I mean, we have alot to do at home. We both want to start training again, and-" He paused and lifted her chin gently so she would look him in the eyes. "We need to get settled in our house in Windurst."

She smiled warmly, kissed him quickly and sat up. "We leave tommorrrow then?"

Gleason closed his eyes and nodded. "If that is what you wish, yes we do."

Elute settled back down in his embrace, and the couple slept soundly underneath the stars.