Tracy's POV

To say I was in shock when I saw Vance half dead, held up by the little lady who wasn't in so much better condition herself, would have been an understatement.

I wanted to slap myself across the face hard, and tell the bad dreams to be gone, but their voices were hushed and desperate, so I played along.

I got up and went up to meet them. She sure looked prettier under the moonlight.

After rapping out all the instructions to me, Vance took his, battered self in to get some much needed rest, while I was to see to his new fancy.

Some says, I wanted...