Vince walked into the Nabootique wearing a chinchilla fur coat, authentic leather pants, diamond-studded sunglasses, and gotti rings on all fingers. He had his arms around twin platinum blondes in skimpy outfits.

Howard grunted. "I see things have been going splendid for you since your new found wealth."

"I'll say!" Vince squeezed the blondes and they giggled in unison. "How's things with you?"

"Can you send them away for a bit?" Howard asked with a frown.

"Alright then. Jeeves, take the girl's out for a bit," Vince ordered.

"Yes Master," his limo driver said. He escorted the girls out.

"Now what is it now? Oh you never did tell me how things are with that girl you met. What's her name? What's she like? Tell me everything." Vince enthusiastically waved his arm.

"Her name's Emma and I don't really know what to say about her," Howard crossed his arms.

"What is she a pest? I would know, I have two of them and you know how that can be," Vince chuckled. Howard still had a look of doubt on his face. "Well can you kind of give me a little detail?" Vince asked.

"Well she's pretty," Howad began.

"Good, good," Vince nodded.

"But there's just something about he. I can't tell what she is. She acts all cuddly like she wants to be close but then there's times where she's very off like she's irritated."

"Has she complained about your size?" Vince asked sympathetically.

"Size of my what?" Howard replied.

"Never mind, guess you haven't gone that far."

"No… we just barely met Vince. Why would you say that?"

"Sometimes that's… never mind doesn't matter. Anything else?"

"Well for some reason she can speak several languages: French, Italian, Spanish, Chinese… let's say every time we go to an Ethnic restaurant, she talks with the waiters or the cooks."

"Oh even that place where they sell those funny sandwiches wraps with the yogurt sauce?" Vince asked.

"Those are gyros Vince, and yes does," Howard said.

"Hm… there's something defiantly wrong with her," Vince nodded.

"No I don't think so, I mean she's a bit odd but maybe she's just…"

"What Howard? Smart?"

"Maybe she just is. No big deal."

"C'mon Howard, I know you've been lonely for a while but get real please."

"Oh come now, there's nothing wrong with her. She's just gifted. Now if you can excuse me, I gotta check the mail," Howard opened the door and stepped out.

Howard snickered as he walked to the mailbox. "He's ridiculous, there can't be anything wrong with her," he said to himself. "Sure maybe she's a bit of a loon but I can deal with that." He gathered the mail and turned around. He gasped and dropped the letters. Suddenly Emma was in front of him. "Emma darling, what a surprise!"

"Hello Howard," she said while glaring with her hand on her hip. He glanced at her fingers tapping tensely on her hip. "So… nice weather we're having today," he said.

"I wanna know where you were last night," she turned her eyes up.

"I had an important gig last night and I didn't get back till three in the morning so I…"

"You're lying! I can sense it!" she yelled before Howard could finish.

"But it's true, I really did. You could ask my friend Vince," Howard gestured at Vince in the window. Vince looked at him, mouthed the words "I'll miss you" sympathetically, and backed away.

"See?" Howard said

"Oh so your friends matter more than I do huh? Is that what this is?" Emma glared harder.

"No not at all. Why would you think that?" he laughed nervously.

"Well then what's the matter with you then? Why aren't you answering the phone anymore? Did you bite off your own tongue? Answer me you!" she grabbed his shirt and shook him slightly. Her eyes were wide like a crazed animal's.

"Emma! Emma please! It was only a day!" he cried out.

She shrieked and held him close. "Why did you do that to me? Why would you try to leave me when I need you the most Howard? How could you be so cruel…" she covered her face and wept.

"But I didn't Emma… I didn't…" Howard was confused and frightenrd.

"Promise you'll always be there for ,me Howard… promise…" she begged.

"Emma I've done no wrong, I don't understand…"

"Promise me damn you!" she shrieked in a shrill voice.

"I promise…" Howard said weakly while stroking her back. He struggled to pick up the letters even though her arms were wrapped tightly around him. "I uh… need to pick thse up to take them inside…" he muttered.

"Alright," she released him. He quickly knelt down to pick them up, positioning himself to race to the shop. "Walk me inside, won't you? Like a nice gentleman."

"Um… alright," Howard said. She latched onto his arm as soon as he opened the door.

Vince noticed Howard with a petrified look on his face. "Are you alright?" Vince asked.

"Um…" Howard turned to Emma. She tightened her grip on his arm and glared. "Yes I'm fine…"