"What now, Gareth?!" she brushed off her muddy jeans. Her dark brown locks were gnarled and her face was angry.

"I don't know," he yelped, trying to back away.

"you look beautiful," he said as he undid his tie. She seemed to have thrown her heel across the room and her dress had been torn.

Her eyes were puffy and red, and she sighed, "I'm done, so what now, Gareth."