"Mary Ann!" exclaimed Gilligan, startled.

"Yes, that's me. Were you talking to me before?" she asked.

"Oh, um, no. I wasn't talking to you. I was just, um, talking to Ginger, that's all."

"I see. It just sounded like you were saying something to me," she explained.

"Okay. So, why did you come down here all of a sudden?" asked Gilligan.

"That's easy. Ginger dragged me over here."

"Figures..." Gilligan thought to himself.

"However, I was going to come down here anyways. Actually, I was hoping that I would find you down here."

"You were?"

"Yeah. I have a question for you."

"A question?" Gilligan asked, interested. "Nobody ever comes to me with questions."

"Well, I hope that this will be an exception," said Mary Ann, smiling.

"I guess so," said Gilligan, smiling back, but unsure of himself. "What's on your mind?" he inquired, taking a seat.

"I've been thinking," she began, sitting down next to Gilligan. "I really love someone on this island, but I just don't know how to tell that person."

"Well," said Gilligan, sitting up a bit straighter, "I think that the person should tell you."

"Really?" said Mary Ann.

"Actually, never mind," said Gilligan, as his courage ran away from him. "I think that you should tell the person."

"That's kind of what I thought, too. It's hard to do it, though."

"You're telling me," thought Gilligan.

"Mary Ann, I think I need to know a bit more about the person. It'll help a bit more."

"Okay. The person I like is-"

"I like you too!" suddenly shouted Gilligan.

"What!" replied Mary Ann.

"I even picked these flowers for you!" exclaimed Gilligan, holding out the small bouquet of pink flowers.

Mary Ann slowly took the flowers from Gilligan. "Gilligan, this is very sweet of you and all, but I, I just don't feel the same way anymore."

"What's wrong? Are you sick?"

"No, now, I'm not sick or anything. It's just that-"

"Mary Ann, you said you don't feel the same way as you usually do. Maybe I can walk you to the Professor's hut, and he'll find out what's wrong. Okay?"

"Aw, Gilligan, that's just it. I think I love the Professor," she said, with a look Gilligan had never seen on her face.

"The Professor? Why?"

"Well, I just realized that we're such good pals, and we have a few more things in common."

"But Mary Ann, I-"

"Gilligan, don't worry. I only said I think I'm in love with the Professor. I have no idea if he loves me back at all. Still, it might be worth a try."

"Mary Ann..."

"Hey, Gilligan," said Ginger, coming by again.

"Oh, hey Ginger," Gilligan said, with a saddened tone to his voice.

"You seem kind of upset, honey. Come here," Ginger said, kissing Gilligan.

"Well, now I know that you weren't serious at all," Mary Ann said, getting up. "I guess I'll leave you two alone!" With that, she stubbornly stalked off.

"Mary Ann!"