It was less than an hour when they pulled up to the small white cottage. It was picture perfect. Bright white with a neat little garden and a small porch with a rocking chair. Donatien opened up the cottage. It had a small living room with a couch and two chairs. There were a few small knick-knacks around. Every things was perfectly in place. There were two small bedrooms. The lavendar room Aunt May named the Sun Room. Donatien wasn't sure why. The other was a bluish tinge and that one was called Violet. Aunt May had her colors mixed up for sure he thought. He told the other two how Aunt May liked things kept neat.

For such an out of the way place, it had a phone. Donatien picked up the phone and dialled Cristine. It rang several times and he eventually hung up. She must be with Philippe he thought. The drive was about three hours. He wondered if he should go. It was best just to leave the whole situation alone he thought. An hour later he called again and still no answer. Celeste and Thomas had really found each other and they disappeared for several hours. It was deserted for miles and he wouldn't be surprised if they were completely alone out in the woods.

It got dark and Donatien lit a lamp. The place had electricity but it often did not work. He thought of going into town. It would not be hard to pick up someone. At least he would have company. The thought held no appeal. He threw out the idea just as fast as it had appeared. He just wanted to sleep and he went to the Sun Room and got into bed. The sun room bed was old and a little musty but very comfortable. Sleep came slowly upon him. He thought he heard a noise that sounded like a car. Sleep came on some more. His bed moved and as sleep pushed away, he felt a warm body slide up next to him. He turned and found a pair of lips waiting to connect to his own.

"I I..m sor."

A gentle finger pressed across his lips. As the finger moved out of the way, those familiar lips from the walk near the lake came onto his and he drank in their sweetness.

The end