"As you may recall three days ago John Frony was captured by some British-European soldiers. John Frony was relaying a message to North-American Intelligence when he was captured and tooking to EWCO. Now, we have been given the message that was relayed that night and about to play itfor you. Here are the last words of John Frony, "----- do you read me? ----- do you read me?"

"Yes ----, we read you. What is it? Over."

"I've got the pictures of the attack plan. They have written it in some different languages but this is what I can read. 'On the eighth of March, a round of, I'm not sure maybe nine, missiles will be launched from Turkey at... again I'm not sure. They will be aimed at Washington D.C. and New York City. That's all I can get, but I think I got some of the pertant stuff anyway. Over. Wait, wait there is something else. On the twenty-second of March... There's someone coming. Over."

(In a british males voice), "Hello North-Americans, don't expect to ever see this man again.~~~~~~"

"Now North-American officals have not spoken to the Europeans since that night, but the North-American officals have planned to unite and speak with the Europeans tommorow night, which we will be covering. So untill then this is Tara Brink of channel twenty-two WDBS. Now back to your regularly schedualed program."

Henry knew that Anne would have something else to change his opinion, but he said it anyway, "I can't believe those bastard Europeans killed that guy. They just don't care who they kill." He was turned to Anne, looking into her deep blue eyes as she began to state her own opinion.

"Yes, you're right that they shouldn't have killed him. But," here it comes, "there's just as much blame to be given to the North-Americans, us. We sent the poor man over there. We endangered his life. We killed him when we sent him over there. The Officals probably knew he would die, it was just a matter of time."

"Yeah, you're right.", of coarse, "I just don't understand why the Europeans think that they can take North America from us and turn it into West Europe. I mean fighting for a counrty is horribly stupid, but fighting for a whole continent is just ridicules." Henry had gotten up by now and was walking through the dinning room going towards the kitchen. Anne turned the t.v. off and began heading towards the kitchen also. Henry pulled out a chocolate silk pie that was half gone. "Want me to cut you a piece? We can take it into the bedroom."

"Sure, a little pie can't kill you. I'm tired anyways." It was a quarter after eleven and they both had to get up at seven in the morning to head off for there jobs, Henry at an architecture office and Anne at an editing office. They had each gone to the Dogan Community College. And they both had promenet positions for moving up the job ladder.

Henry cut them both a slice of the chocolate silk pie and dished it out onto two of Anne's mother's plates. Anne had gotten the little, blue plates when she moved away from home. He picked up two forks, also from her mother, and they headed towards the bedroom. Anne was in her white with pink, little bunny pajamas and slippers. Henry was wearing green, plaid, boxer shorts and his DCC grey shirt. Anne had attached herself around Henry's waist and was walking bent over with her head against his back. They walked into the bedroom that was no longer Henry's, but theirs.

Even though Henry felt that there was less privicy between him and her, he also felt that they were closer and loved each other even more now. The door that was closed between each of them was now open and they could really see each other. They could learn the smallest intricasies of each other. They were no longer seperate energies of love, but now they made one large energy being of love and happiness that the opened door had created.

Henry loved the thought of waking up every morning with his angel in his arms. His strong but thin arms wrapped around her slim tender body. The smell of peach aroma coming from her long blonde hair. His arm resting on her wonderfully curved thighs and waist. His fingertips touching her tight stomach. Her long, thin, silky legs entangled with Henry's.

In the bedroom there was the queen sized bed up against the wall opposite the door. This was Henry's bed that he grew up with; although the matress, sheets, bedspread and a couple of boards had been changed over the years once or twice. The bed now had blue acsenting sheets and quilts that Anne had chosen. On both sides of the bed are matching Wal-Mart nightstands and navy blue lamps. To the left of the room two oak dressers standing side-by-side, one owned by Henry and one by Anne. To the right is a closet that is filled with pants, dress shirts, dresses, shoes, and other odd things that just didn't have any other place. The last thing in the room was a mirror that hung on the wall over the bed. With a crown molding frame that matches the crown molding in the rest of the apartment, Anne had brought this item. A piece of her childhood.

After finishing feeding their pie to each other they cleaned each others lips off with a long kiss, Henry's mouth covering Anne's smaller mouth. Henry loved Anne and kissing her. When they kissed it was more then just a kiss, it was a connection between two soulmates.