Tina : I jumped in the car and reversed out and then sped off. The only problem was as I approached the township I realized there was no way I going far, at least not immediately. Where does one get accommodation around here any way. I ask myself this in my head as I stand looking at the only three buildings in the town. ***** Bette, Id rather sleep in the car than go back there. What has gotten into her ? Actually I dont think I care. I park the car and head into the pub, seems like that is the only possibility for accommodation. I walk in and ask the man behind the bar. He stares at me, I suppose they dont get many pregnant ladies from LA wandering in wanting to stay around these parts. He tells me there are rooms, nothing fancy and begins to tell me how much. I cut him off saying I will take it. I realize I havent bought anything with me, no clothes, damn it. I ask if there is a phone. I want to book a flight home, this was all a bad idea, all I want now is to go home. He tells me there is a phone. I call the airline but I havent taken account of the fact that it will take me at least 6 hours to drive to the nearest city and then get a flight connecting to my LA flight. The man on the other end of the phone tells me the only flight I can get is in 3 days, the others are full or I wont make the connecting flight. I tell him its important, I need to get home. He says that maybe so but this is not LA, not everything is on tap around these parts. I book the flight and realise the whole pub heard my conversation as I turn around and see everyone staring at me. I politely nod and make my way up to my room. I sit on the end of the single bed and begin to cry. Bette, why did you do that, things were going so well, why I dont understand. Was this just all to much for Bette, had she finally lost it, was she just insanely jealous about Helena ? We never did talk about what happened after Provocations, I mean we yelled and blamed each other for it but we never really apologized and offered forgiveness to each other. I remember seeing the bruise on Bettes cheek after it happened, how sad I was that this is what we had come to. We talked about how that happened or what was wrong with what happened. Does it eve matter, is it even connected to Bettes behaviour ? She has never tried to hurt or overpower me before. None of it matters I decide as I hold my head in my hands and begin to cry for what we lost, ourselves, our love, our future, raising our child together, my stupidity for chasing her half way around the world. I try to keep it quiet, I am sure there is not much privacy around here, after a few minutes I dont care, I just curl up on the bed and begin to sob uncontrollably.