"John… please… don't… DON'T!"
She bolted upright in bed, her heart racing as she tried to focus on her surroundings. And then she saw him, his arm around her, and the other hand reaching to turn on the light. "Daphne, what is it? What's wrong?"
She blinked feeling completely disoriented. "I-I don't know… " And then she gasped when she recognized the face of the man sitting next to her in . Crane! What are you doing here?"
He climbed out of bed at once and shielded his body as though embarrassed about his wardrobe. "Daphne, I'm sorry. I swear I wasn't trying to take advantage of you in any way and I would never do so. I was only… you asked me to stay and I didn't have proper attire for sleeping and so I…"
Slowly it all came back to her. The fight with Martin, the humiliation, the lonely walk around the promenade deck. Seeing Dr. Crane unexpectedly and the way he'd comforted her. And the fact that he was still here, comforting her after yet another nightmare. When would they end? "I'm sorry, Dr. Crane. I must have-."
"Daphne, are you all right?"
She bowed her head, the tears returning. "No…. I don't know what I was thinking, listening to Roz telling me to go on this bloody trip! I was completely daft to think that somehow, being here would make me forget and make me feel better. Well, it doesn't and I don't! I- I can't stay here anymore, Dr. Crane! I can't!"
He held her close while she cried even harder, but she couldn't calm her trembling body. Suddenly she rose from the bed and began searching the room for her belongings. While he watched in obvious confusion, she grabbed her suitcase and began stuffing items inside of it.
"Daphne, what are you doing?"
"I have to leave."
"What are you saying?"
She lifted her head and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. "I want to go home, Dr Crane. I need to… I have to."