"You can't look yet until I tell you too."

"Alright, Alright, I won't look," Alana said, as his hand covered her eyes, as she was carefully guided. Alana held Punk's hand a little more tightly. She wasn't really used to be blinded, while going somewhere. She didn't even know where she was.

"Okay we're almost there. Five. Four. Three Two One!" Punk let go of his hands, as the first thing Alana saw was the Ferris Wheel along with bright lights everywhere.

"Oh!" Alana gasped, as her hands flew up to her flushed cheeks. "You really did think about our date." Alana couldn't stop grinning as Punk slipped his arm around her waist as he gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Let's go, I hear there is good food here." Punk said, as he grabbed hold of her hand, their fingers intertwined.

They walked through many people who seemed to keep swarming everywhere. Her eyes were stuck on the Ferris Wheel, as she could imagine the how romantic this date was going to end. However, her eyes fell down to see a huge collection of elephants. Immediately, she halted, taking Punk by surprise as he felt a strong tug, almost losing his balance.

"What are you—" Punk turned around to see Alana's glazed look that glued to him, in a freaky way.

"I want elephant!" she yelled at him, pointing at the stuffed animal. Punk raised his eyebrow, almost amused to see this side of her.

Punk followed Alana's gaze to see a small booth of the ring toss game. "You want an elephant." Punk said, almost making fun of her. Alana made a face, as she pulled him closer to her, as he saw her silently begging him as her lips puckered. Playfully, Punk pinched her nose.

Punk walked up to the booth, gesturing for the rings as he paid the man behind the booth. Alana was so excited. The elephant was huge and it looked so fluffy and adorable. Alana almost squealed, again, surprising Punk. At least he was happy that he knew what made her happy.

At the same time, it bugged him that Alana liked elephants. It was unexpected.

"I didn't know you like elephants. I thought it was your sister that liked elephants." Punk said, looking at her in interest. Alana looked back at him, sort of confused. "No, Sylvia hates elephants, giraffe was her favorite animal. I have no idea why, though." Alana said, looking thoughtful.

"Oh, I see, I assumed, because she had that elephant bracelet." Alana pushed her thoughts away as she frowned, visibly angry. "Sylvia would never touch that. That bracelet was mine, and dad gave it to me. She hated dad more than me, which was why she wouldn't touch it. But I hid it somewhere. It reminded me so much of dad, I couldn't handle wearing that thing." She said. There was a bitter tone in her voice, as she looked elsewhere. Punk got the last ring tossed, as the man behind the booth gave him the elephant.

"Well, no worries. Even though, this answered a lot of questions." Punk said, placing the elephant on top of her head. Alana slowly smiled, as she took the elephant on the top of her head. She hugged the elephant, as she soon forgot about her father. Alana tip-toed a little closer to Punk, as she kissed on him the cheek, thanking him.

"Let's go, I'm starving!"

It was evening, the sky fallen dark. The stars were more visible near the rural area. It was beautiful as both Punk and Alana stood in line, holding hands. Alana stood there, shivering, not realizing the air gotten a little chilly. Punk was watching her as he pulled her to his chest, trying to warm her with his body.

The ferris wheel was going at a slow rate. Alana felt impatient, as she already wished to be on the ride with Punk, however it was nice the silence between both her and Punk. However, it was ruined as Punk surprised her with a tickle.

Alana giggled as she tried to push his hands away from her. "What you are doing?" Alana inquired, as she got his hands, placing them around her, holding it tightly from going anywhere. "You looked tired." Punk replied, sounding concerned. Alana smiled, as she leaned her head against his chest as their bodies seemed fittingly snug against each other. Alana drew Punk's hand to her lips, lightly kissing it, which Punk seemed pleased by. He ran his nose through her hair that smelled like fresh flowers and then down to her neck, breathing in her scent. He stood still, his eyes closed as he rested his head on her neck, while Alana felt she couldn't breathe anymore. He was so hot, every move he made toward her, caused so much emotions that she thought couldn't handle, but it felt good.

Finally, they both received their ticket, signaling them that they were next to get into the Ferris wheel. As the Ferris Wheel came to a slow stop, one by one people in from them got into, as their turn came, they both stepped into the small cart. Alana felt a little excited yet nervous. It has been a while, since she had gotten into a ride. It may seem silly, but she was little afraid of heights. Thankfully, she felt enough comfort that Punk was with her.

Punk propped his arm to the edge of the window, looking out, while Alana rested her head on his chest. "It's perfect." He whispered to himself. He probably didn't know that Alana was listening. Alana chuckled, as it Punk's eyes drifted to meet with hers. "I didn't know you were such a romantic…" she said, almost dreamily. Punk rolled his eyes, smirking at her. "I wanted it to be perfect for you," Punk said, quietly as he slightly scratched her back, as she slightly moaned, because it felt good.

"I liked you for a very long time." Alana started to say. It caught Punk's attention, his eyes focused intently on hers. "When you decided to marry Sylvia, I thought there was nothing could ever fix what I felt that day." Alana said, as she looked out the window, since the ride had started.

Punk chuckled as he shook his head in a sort of trance. "What?" Alana asked, catching this. "You are still the same when we were young, when we first met each other." Alana looked surprised. "We met?" "Yeah, with my mother dating your dad. I said that you will never turn out like your dad. I was right." Alana stood silent, almost scared. Why couldn't remembered this? It can't be true. "I don't think we met…" Alana said, very quietly in a confused way.

"You had a bracelet; it was a rope with an elephant attached to it. You said it was your father's gift" he said, confidently.

Alana looked away with a realization. "That's why you said, if it was Sylvia…"

"Was it her?" he said, quickly, looking at her. Alana wondered if he asking as if he was hopeful about it. It almost made her feel sad, however, Punk gestured, telling her not to worry about. "I just want to spend my time with you, sweet Alana." He said with a smile, as they reached to the top.

Punk drew very near to her, as Alana subconsciously almost backed away, but he stopped her. He kissed her so passionately. Alana closed her eyes, feeling heat rising up from her chest, almost feeling the burning sensation. "I love you, Phil, I love you so much." She said, nearly crying. She could not contain her emotions. She loved him. He was perfect, the way he understood her, and the way he had his way with her. She didn't even understand how they got together. The kiss seemed so short every time. He drew away, with lust growing in his eyes, smirking at her. Alana felt shy and vulnerable. And he knew it. He licked his lips as he clasped his hand with hers. "I love you too" he said. They both looked in opposite direction, breathing hard. The moment was heated and passionate.

Alana looked out the window. The passion, the heat subsided quickly, as found someone familiar staring directly at her. She wondered what was going on. Dean Ambrose was looking directly at her. He actually was expressing worry, as if something went terribly wrong. She looked further, in small distance across from Dean Ambrose and saw Lorenzo and Giovanni together, searching around for something. Something was wrong. She felt it. She looked back and starting at Dean. He was mouthing words at her, but she couldn't understand it. However, when he mouthed something she did understand. She froze. She felt sick to her stomach. Sylvia is here. She turned to Phil, panicking. This was bad. But again, Alana froze to see Phil's eyes growing wide. He looked like he saw a ghost. Alana tried to stay calm. "Phil are you okay?" Alana asked, touching him, very slightly, her fingers trembling. Phil slapped her hand away. There was anger. Undeniable anger. Alana was scared. For the first time, she didn't know whether now if she was safe with him.