"It's so nice of you to forgive me so easily, Rose. I thought I was going to have to do so much work."
Logan smiled and wheeled himself towards her.
Rose immediately took two steps back and grabbed the door handle.
"It's no problem. I would like to go now. I have some unfinished work to do," she said to him, once again turning the door handle.
Still, it turned out to be locked.
"Can I have the key?" She asked.
"Why, Rose?" Logan inquired. "Don't you want to stay with me for a little while longer? Don't you want to spend time with me? You disappeared a few weeks ago, and now that you have returned, you don't even want to be with me. You don't even want to cuddle me or take care of me."
A pessimistic expression emerged on his face.
Rose stared at him, wondering just who she was looking at.
