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They pack up the picnic basket and Jane straps it back on to his bike. They fasten on their helmets and get back on the bikes. Their next stop is Yosemite falls, after Jane's argument with the bushes yesterday, they didn't make it to the falls, so it's on their agenda today. They park their bikes and head towards the noise, it's as if people feel the need to compete with the loud noise of the waterfall. Patrick and Teresa look at one another, each wondering if they should abandon this stop and go back to the peace and quiet, they've enjoyed. Patrick shrugs.

"We're here now, may as well take a look."

As it comes in to view Patrick breaks in to a smile. He turns to Teresa excitement lighting his eyes.

"Rock climbing"

There are two 'pools' of water, mainly made up of rocks on two different levels and tourists are climbing all over them. As they move their eyes higher, they see some more hardy hikers walking up a steep path to get closer to the main part of the falls. Patrick is rolling up his trousers again.

"Come on Teresa, let's go do some rock climbing."

She bends down and starts rolling her trouser legs too.

"We should have bought some shorts."

Patrick looks over at her.

"We passed a store, on the way, it's not far from here. I bet they sell some."

"Perhaps later."

"No, it'll be too late then, shorts are a great idea."

Patrick turns and heads back to the bikes.

"Wait."

Patrick turns around.

"What is it Teresa?"

"We're hear now, lets just climb."

"Meh, we'll climb better in shorts."

Patrick gets to the bikes and starts to unravel his trouser legs. He does one and then as he starts the other, he stops a beat and then continues. He stands up.

"Actually I think I'm feeling a bit tired, perhaps it's best that we just finish the bike ride."

Teresa may not read people as good as him and he's the best she knows at covering his feelings, but he hadn't been quick enough. She'd seen the disappointment in his eyes but she certain she also saw fear in there too.

"What's going on Patrick?"

Patrick tries to brush her off.

"It's nothing. as I said I'm getting a little tired."

"Don't lie to me Jane."

A smile twitches at the corners of Patrick's mouth.

"You're getting good Teresa, in trouble again."

"Yes when you lie to me."

"I think it's time to move on, I need something more restful, I've been too energetic here, I can feel it in my body."

Teresa moves closer to him.

" What's going on. don't lie to me. Something's wrong, something happened...please tell me, I want to help."

Patrick becomes serious and the intensity and sincerity in his eyes is easy to read.

"Not here Teresa, I don't want to discuss it here and I don't know if I'm even ready to talk about it, but I will when I am, I promise."

Teresa searches his face. She doesn't understand what's happened but whatever it is has deflated him like a balloon, tiredness pulls at his features.

"Okay, there's nothing we can do but ride back, can you do that?"

"Yes, I'll be fine."

"Let's take it steady."

Patrick can't help but smile at that.

"We haven't exactly been breaking any speed records, I've known snails bike faster."

Teresa gently slaps him on the shoulder.

"Was that an act from your carnival days, I bet it got more visitors than the 'Boy Wonder."

Patrick laughs.

"Well if it didn't, it should have."

Suddenly Teresa finds herself enveloped in a hug. Patrick's breath in her ear.

"Thank you. I'm sorry to spoil your fun today, I'll make it up to you."

"Yes you will."

She feels his smile against her ear and he squeezes that little bit tighter before releasing his hold. He then turns and climbs on to his bike and she does the same. They make their way back to the bike rental shop in relative silence. Teresa trying to work out what happened, what had upset him. It wasn't a little thing, the effect it had on his physical well-being told her that. It literally drained him of energy. She determines that it's not something to ignore. She needs to find a way to help him talk about it.

Patrick's berating himself for losing control and spoiling their day. His mind wanders back to the day before when he forced Teresa to talk about what was bothering her, and to the reason why they're here in the first place. He opened his heart to Teresa and she left work to help him get better. This is not just a trip about seeing beautiful things and having a good time with his best friend, it's about healing and learning how to move on. Teresa's sacrificed a lot to help him, because he didn't want to talk to a professional, his selfishness raising its ugly head again. He knows he's changed a lot in the years he's known Teresa but she does tend to feed that part of him.

'Listen to me, it sound like I'm blaming her.'

He looks across at his friend and it's almost as if she knew he was going to do it as she looks back at him at the same time and gives him a questioning smile that's asking him if he's okay. He nods his head, and he takes a metaphorical deep breath and determines to do better, he's not thinking about himself, he will talk to her about what happened today, in reality, despite his earlier promise, would he ever feel ready. Healing means that he needs to take leaps of faith, and though he's not a man of faith, he has faith in the woman peddling beside him.

After giving back their bikes, they head back to their hotel rooms to freshen up. When Teresa comes out of the shower she hears the final strains of her message tone. It's from Patrick asking her to come to his room. She replies that she's just getting dressed and then she'll be over. She knocks on the door. Patrick is anxiously waiting for her to arrive, he's sat in one of the chairs, unconsciously moving his leg up and down. He jumps when the knock finally comes. He stands up and takes a deep breath. He opens the door, and can't help but break into a smile at the look on her face.