Rollie turned around in his seat and gave Angie a disapproving look. Syd just chuckled and pulled out a cigar, offering one to Rollie.

"Angie, my love- Dani doesn't have the acting ability of two tits on a board but then again, she doesn't have to with the way she looks. She's got it and we flaunt it once again in this movie. I make a decent paycheck with Ms. Van der Glass," Syd replied to Angie's question about Dani's acting portrayal of the Patron Saint of Spain.

"Syd!" Rollie said in retort, "Dani did pretty great in House of Horrors. I mean, she was credible to me."

Angie frowned, watching and listening to Rollie defend the almost cross-eyed, leggy, twit of an actress. So, they would be together again and Rollie was already acting like she didn't really exist. What would happen to the new relationship they were starting? Of course, she thought, where had that really gone? Rollie had been acting very strange since the call for this movie and now, Dani!

Angie shifted in her seat, saw the walls of Avila suddenly appear over the horizon and was mesmirized. What a site! she thought to herself. What this could be if it wasn't Syd doing the film and Dani starring in the lead...of course, a better script, a better crew... her thoughts were interrupted by Rollie who had reached back and snapped his fingers in front of her eyes.

"Earth to Angela! What do you want to do? Go to the set or to the hotel?" he was looking at her with such mocking in his eyes.

"Set- yeah, lets go check it out and let me walk around. My legs are stiff from the ride, Rol," she answered, swatting his hand back.

"The local hotel in this little town is booked solid so I put you guys up at a little villa right outside of Avila. It's tucked out in the hills, nice and quiet," Syd said, turning the car to the north of the city onto a dirt road recently made. He looked over to Rollie with a grin, the Syd Waterstreet leer plastered across his face.

Angie looked at Rollie and shook her head. What had Rollie told Syd?

"Where's the cast staying?" Angie asked Syd, batting her eyes and glancing at Rollie, who was puffing on his cigar with gusto.

"Funny you should mention them- they will be your neighbors as well," Syd replied, chuckling again.

"Of course," Angie retorted, "I shouldn't have even asked."

"Come on Ange," Rollie said, looking just a little green around the gills from Syd's Cuban stogie, "chin up, you can bear a few actors for the next 2 weeks."

Angie didn't answer him, she was thinking about Dani and her spoiled ways and her stuck-up prancing around Rollie. Would he tell her about them right away? She was curious how Rollie would handle it.

They reached the set and Angie could see some familiar faces and some of the crew were waving at them as they stepped out of the landrover. Angie was grabbing the IXB and another bag of gadgets as Rollie grabbed their gear and suitcases. Syd was already yelling at someone working on a set in the distance.

"Well Angie, let's get familiar and set-up, okay?" Rollie said to her, taking a deep breath, "God, it is gorgeous here."

Angie looked up at the breath-taking sky, extremely blue with the backdrop of the roman parapet walls jutting up against it. She had started to agree with him outloud when she followed the direction of his gaze and most likely his comment.

"Rollie, Rollie my love," shouted the unmistakable, deep Dutch accent of Dani Van der Glas. She was walking toward where they stood, wearing loose, gauze pilazzo pants and a matching blouse, wrapped up and tied underneath her breasts, and of course, the material was very transparent. Angie heard her clanking her way to them as all of Dani's jewelry rattled and hung around her from every limb. She was barefoot and even had toe rings.

"Dani, how are you, love," Rollie said, greeting her too and they came together in a giant embrace, Dani instantly placing her pouty, puffed lips securely onto Rollie's.

Angie just turned her head, what could she do? It was obvious that Rollie had known about Dani being here and that was why he had been acting so strange with her. Dani, who had left Rollie and made him mope around the loft for weeks. Angie felt her skin crawl and her emotions get the best of her.

"Uh, Rol, I'll go get the schedule..." she managed to get out.

"Oh, Angela Ramirez!" Dani called after her, "nice to see your little self again."

Angie looked at the still clinging couple as she caught Rollie's eyes. They were looking at her, not Dani and somewhat pleading. It was strange, almost like he didn't know what to do next with Dani. Then again, Dani had never had a problem telling him what to do.

"Yeah, Dani- nice to see yourself too," Angie replied, almost gagging on her own words. She cursed herself for appearing so bumbling and unattractive. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with Mr. Lifto on it. Still, it was time to just get on with the rest of the day and she left them to ponder the schedule and list of gags set for the movie.

She recognized Bill Yates from House of Horrors, one of the stunt guys looking at his schedule by a trailor. "Hey, Bill- what's up?"

"Angie? I see you got here, where's Rollie?" he answered, smiling and shaking some dust from his pants. He had obviously started working on one of his stunts.

"Over there with Ms. Fancy-Pants, " Angie replied, grabbing a soda from the cooler near him.

"Tell me how you really feel," he said with a smirk, as he lowered his face to hers in comic jest.

"You- don't really want to know, Bill," she replied, turning back to find their F/X trailer.

Within the hour, she had set-up alone, finished her drink and was checking her e-mail from home. Funny, Mira had sent her something. She pulled it up immediately for it was very uncommon for Mira to even use a computer, much less use e-mail.

It started with a normal "Hi Angie" and she read on, her face getting flushed and hot. Her pulse began to race as she looked up startled to see Rollie appear in the door.

"What's up?" he asked, stepping in and sitting down in a rolling chair nearby, "You aren't getting all upset because of Dani and all.." he started to ask.

"Rollie!" Angie was incensed, "What made you think that I would not want to know about Loubar's being tracked through Interpol to Spain? and of course, the fact that the son-of-a-bitch is still alive!"

"Oh," he said, lowering his eyes, "yeah, well- Mira jumped the gun a bit, I see. Look, I thought it best not to tell you until we had a little holiday, you know and you get more back on your feet."

"Rollie," Angie had stepped over to him, standing over him, her fists clenched tightly and her chest tight, the air thinning, "I am a big girl- I could have handled this back in New York. I have told you, I am my mother's daughter- Marta Ramirez. I have a very thick backbone."

"Yeah well, Ange, I did what I thought would be best, obviously I was wrong and let's JUST get through this, okay?" he asked, grabbing her arms and pulling her down into his lap, she straddling him.

He was holding her by both hips, and started to wrap them under her as she jumped and tried to bolt.

"You can stop right there!" she warned him, but he had made that corny face, the one that he made with his fake buck teeth and she relaxed and laughed at him.

"That's my girl," he told her, "just grabbing me a piece of sass," he went on, because he couldn't resist.

Angie shook her head at his joke and grabbed his face in her hands, "yeah, well it is some nice sass compared to that bony one that you were grabbing back there."

Her reference to Dani made his eyes divert from hers momentarily, then they brightened and he lifted his face up to hers, kissing her wildly, and she giggled as he made the face again.

"Um, I am sure Ms. Van der Glas has never seen that mug," she said, and he grabbed her bottom lip with his mouth, pulling it gently and made her laugh.

"Ange, you have nothing to fear, Dani is ancient history..." but they were interrupted then, clowning around in the trailer by a man in a wrinkled, sweat stained suit who had stepped in. He was dark, moustached and smelled of cloves.

Angie instantly got up from Rollie's lap and Rollie spun around to face him.

"Can I help you, mate?" he asked, acting nonchanlant.

"I believe you can," the man replied, his voice low, with a Spanish accent.

He looked to Angie then, pulling the sunglasses from his eyes. Angie saw a spark then, of recognition from him to her. She felt something strange inside her. Her brain was trying to put the pieces together and memories were flooding her mind. He reached out his hand, a hand with a scar, shaped from a burn of a cigar that had been left for some time on his skin. It had been a mark of torture. It was a mark she remembered from her childhood. Her mother and this man- her father laughing with him...her Tio Guillarmo! She thought he was dead.

"Oh my God, Tio Guillarmo!" she cried out then, cupping her hands to her face. "How? Did you know about papa? Where have you been?"

"Angela.., mija!" he said, his voice crumbled and they hugged as Rollie sat staring at the scene with a rather knowing expression.

"Rollie!" Angie said, breaking the embrace, "This is my uncle, My uncle Guillarmo."

The man grinned at Rollie and shook his hand. Rollie pulled up another chair. "Good afternoon, Uncle Bill," he said in greeting as he motioned for the man to sit. Angie caught the look of knowledge between them.

"Wait a minute," she deduced, "you two have already met?"

"Well, we talked on the phone," Rollie replied, smiling at her, "your big surprise in Avila!"

Angie put her hands on her hips. The two men had set this up. She had so many questions. She had forgotten about Mira's e-mail. She had forgotten about Dani. She was lost in the feel and touch of her family- the only family she had now.

"Tio, where have you been?" she asked, folding her legs up in front of her, in her chair, "how did you get out of Cuba?"

"Mija, I will tell you all in good time but I must tell you something first, something that you must know now." His voice had grown thin and suddenly suprisingly soft.

She looked at him and then Rollie, who met her puzzled blue eyes with his own in reassurance. He was smiling and then took her hand gently.

"Angela...your mother, my sister Marta- she is alive. She is on her way to Spain," Guillarmo told his niece in one breath and then relaxed.

"What?" Angie felt her breath leave her lungs. Her dream from last night...this strange, mystic city surrounding them and now her mother? Alive and coming to Spain..."I don't know..can I believe this?"

Rollie had stood up from his chair as she stood, looking from her uncle to him. "I don't know if I can take all of this!" she began.

Rollie put his arm around her as her uncle, back from the dead touched her cheek with the cup of his hand.

"It's true. Mr. Tyler found her, found me too for that matter," he told her, smiling.

"Rollie? How? When?" but she knew. Mira and he had been working on something in the past few weeks. Sure, with her ties and Tony and Rollie. They could work miracles. Everything in the past 4 weeks was spinning around her.

"Okay, I need something stronger than a Coke, here," she added, pulling away from Rollie and staring back at them both.

"Great, let's go over to the town and find the local bar," replied Rollie, as he moved toward the trailer door.

Guillarmo Montgreviejo smiled, Angie smiled even more radiantly and that made Rollie smile. The rejoined family left the trailer first, and Rollie followed, quickly noting Angie's e-mail from Mira. Mira would have sent him e-mail as well and not for Angie's eyes. He caught up with them outside. The joy in Angie's face was enough to make his eyes water. He would let her know tonight how he felt right now. The taste of her lips was still fresh on his own as he put his arms around Guillarmo and Angie.

"There better be some beer in this old city," Rollie told them as they headed for the main entrance of the fortress.