Roger restlessly paced in his room. He was tired of sitting, of waiting, of just being there. Dorothy had been gone since about six thirty. It was now ten o' clock. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, a slight scowl on his face. But then again, he wasn't angry, he was worried.
He finally decided to go after her. He slung his windbreaker over his shoulders and headed out. Instead of taking his car, he decided to walk. Silently, he roamed the streets of the domes. Roger soon found Dorothy sitting on a park bench and then sat next to her.
He sighed and put an arm around her. "Where have you been Dorothy? I've been waiting for you to come back."
Dorothy didn't answer. Instead she leaned into Roger's chest. She slowly savored the words "I've been waiting for you to come back." She knew that on his terms that meant, "I love you."
"C'mon, let's go home," Roger said softly. They walked along the streets. Bang!
Dorothy's eyes showed shock. Roger fell to his knees and caught Dorothy in his arms.
"Dorothy! C'mon, Dorothy!" Roger shouted.
"Roger... Roger... I love you..." Dorothy whispered.
Then she fell limp.
Roger's eyes snapped open. He sat up and found that he was covered in cold sweat. The sweat on his face mingled with tears. Every muscle in his body suddenly turned to the side of his bed. There was Dorothy.
"You called my name?" she asked.
"It was a dream," Roger muttered, distractedly getting up.
"What is it that you feel when you wake up Roger Smith?" Dorothy asked softly.
"Fear. Fear of losing everything. Losing you especially," Roger replied.
Dorothy placed her hands on his chest and leaned forward into his chest. She let out a tired sigh.
Right about now, Roger didn't care about his emotion rule. All that mattered was Dorothy. Slowly he leaned forward until his lips touched hers.