That was one less thing she had to worry about. He was okay. Madison breathed a sigh of relief, but that just began yet another form of emotion.

"Soooo, if you are okay, then..." she began as her brown eyes looked to the side and she bit her lower lip to find the words that she wanted to say.

And it hit her.

"Why didn't you write back?" That was her first question as her facial expression now held slight anger. "I have been worried sick about you, Constantine Masterson." OH! And the whole name was not a good thing. "I can't believe that..."

she paused as she looked at the flowers on her desk and that settled her somewhat. "...you brought me flowers?" Now she wanted to cry again. Was this going to get any better? Were her emotions ever going to get under control?