Isabelle Mendes

Sparkling.

Sparkling in the sunshine.

Really?

No, really?

And then the bells? Tampa has a really bad idea of funny.

( Sam )

I really don't appreciate being told I was being eliminated from Project Runway when I'm at school and trying to work on my project.

Not funny, Tampa. Really not funny.

( Cassidy )

She didn't really mean to do it. Okay, it would have been insanely stupid if she'd meant to do it, but it was a mistake anyone could make, really.

Anyone who could fly, y'know. And couldn't control their flying when they were happy.

She'd been wandering around the Space Needle when the phone call came, telling her that her professor had loved one of her designs so much, he'd submitted it to a big named brand. And they wanted to mass produce it and sell it. Someone wanted her design on the catwalk and then on the rack in some prissy high-end store. Her designs.

She'd been flying - literally - when she realised she was far too close to the Space Needle - too close - and then hit it hard, the happiness disappearing.

And with it, her ability to fly.

She dropped to the ground, screaming, hitting the pavement within seconds.

By the time her heart restarted itself, her bones aligned themselves and she opened her eyes, she was about to be bagged. And then she was just being strapped down ("Just in case you damaged your spine," said a paramedic, which was stupid because she was pretty sure she had broken her spine) and rushed off to the hospital.

Isabelle Bartlet has a nice ring to it.

The flying was the best part of the honeymoon. Actually, considering how much flying happened, it was pretty much the majority of the honeymoon.

I don't want to die before my wedding.

I really, really, really don't want to die before my wedding.

But there are zombies outside and I can't get home. That teaches me to take the late shift on a seven.

I'm getting married.

On Halloween.

So yes, please stick that in your diary.

Also? For the record: I have the best wedding present from my husband to be ever. He knows me far too well.

Tony? I've thought about it.

If you really insist, we can do Halloween.

But absolutely no costumes.

Especially Tinker Bell costumes.

( Tony )

Seven kids.

Seven kids.

I used to freak out at the thought of one. JESUS.

( Private )

Oh, very funny Tampa. It's bad enough to look up from serving coffee to find a blown up version of yourself looking down? Even worse when Tampa has a fucking sense of humour and puts you on a Disney Princess Special billboard.

Okay, so why didn't anyone tell me that this marriage thing was really not as bad as I was scared it'd be?

So, that was an interesting seven as usual, huh?

Everyone came out of it okay?

I suddenly had this urge to finish off designing that dress I've been working on - and then to make it too.

And I found everything I needed in one store. I didn't even have to try.

I think that's a "Thank you, Tampa" from me today.

I'm stunned.

I'm just...completely stunned.

I don't know if it's a Tampa thing or what...but, even if it is, I wish I knew what to say to that. This.

Both of these.

I'll probably never tell you about how I'm in love with you and everything because we both know I'd pretty much suck at following that through. I do though. Love you, I mean. If I were a better guy I'd tell you to your face.

Mind you if I were a better guy I'd deserve to.

~

I loved you, once. I still love you.

~

I don't know who you are, what else to say but thank you.

Sounds like I missed out on some serious kissing this past seven.

Damn me being at work!

I think I'm still recovering from being thrown into the sea naked while I was having a very nice shower.