"Amanda?" Lee paused, listening, "They don't have a plane for us."

Amanda winced and whispered, "Oh my gosh." She was sitting on the counter of the San Angelo police station, her feet dangling off the ground. She was holding the many folds of her tattered wedding dress closely, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. The station was swarming with policeman, suspects, and officials, all yelling at the top of their lungs in various languages.

Lee was bending over a rather ancient looking phone, plugging his ear with one hand; his eyes squeezed shut as he listened intently. Finally he hung up.

Lee moved closer to Amanda in order to be heard over the chaos. "Well, they're going to get us on a plane as soon as possible, but it's going to be at least three or four hours."

Reaching over to touch Amanda's hand reassuringly, he saw both hands consumed with wedding dress and patted her knee instead. He looked around the grimy station and back to Amanda. It looked like the police had picked up a fairy princess after a bad night. Lee felt the corners of his mouth twitch and caught Amanda's warning eye.

"Don't you dare-" Amanda glared at him.

"Oh, Amanda, I'm sorry," Lee said, turning away so that Amanda did not see him grin, "How was I supposed to know the boat wouldn't wait for us and you'd be stuck in uh, that?"

Amanda sighed, staring down at her toes. Her nylons weren't going to last much longer. She had lost both of her shoes at some point on the beach. Lee had helped protect her feet most of the day by carrying her across rough ground. Hearing her sigh, Lee followed her eyes to her exposed feet.

Grabbing her around the waist, Lee picked her up and set her down on the floor. "Come on, let's get you some shoes."

"Something to eat wouldn't hurt either," Amanda mumbled, drawing herself up to her full height. With all the dignity she could muster, she let Lee lead her out of the station, ignoring the sudden quiet in their wake and the man who dropped his lit cigar on himself as she passed.

It was a humid night, and after finding some oversized sandals, Lee and Amanda chose an outdoor café with a view of the sea to wait the evening out. They laughed over margaritas and nachos, now oblivious to the attention they attracted.

Lee shook his head saying, "I don't think I'll ever forget this one Amanda."

"What?" Amanda asked, concentrating on getting a chip in her mouth without spilling the salsa on her dress.

"Sitting here, like this, with you in that- wedding dress" he chuckled.

"Hmmm." Amanda scowled at him as she chewed. Swallowing her chip, she asked, "Do you think we can get some clothes before we leave? It's kind of a long trip to take in... Oh!" Amanda gasped as she felt a drop of water splatter on her hand.

"I already have clothes," Lee quipped, grinning. Amanda threw her napkin at him but kept a wary eye on the sky. "All right, all right- uh oh," Lee added, as more warm raindrops followed the first. Suddenly, the evening sky opened up and they were in the middle of a tropical downpour.

He helped her up from her chair and they dashed out of the café, Lee pausing to settle the bill. He lingered in the entryway, watching Amanda standing in the rain, the wedding gown tattered and clinging to her small figure, her wet hair dripping around her face. She wrapped her arms around herself, frowning up at the clouds.

Lee felt suddenly out of breath; there was a strange hollow spot growing in his chest and he did not notice the rain seeping through his clothes. Shaking himself, Lee glanced reluctantly at his watch, noticing it was fast approaching the time for them to check in.

Feeling his eyes on her, Amanda put her hands on her hips water streaming down her face. "Are you coming?!" she reached her hand out to him.

Feeling slightly intoxicated, Lee smiled and grabbed her hand, running with her to shelter.