"Like it?" he asked her, looking down at her as she felt wind rush through her hair and she thought she smelled the rich aroma of flowers. She shook her head.

"How?" was all that came out of her mouth.

"Been working hard on this, Ange. Got the sound system geared up with the help of Ben Poe’s guy, Johnny Putnam. The odorama was something that you know I can do as well as the wind effect. While you were out with Mira shopping, I put this together," Rollie said, putting his arms out, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, "but it still isn’t the real thing."

"God help me, it’s pretty damn close!" Angie said, still holding on to him. She thought she felt the spray of the waterfall as it hit the rocks below them, that was how real it was to her.

"Rollie, this is pure genius. I have never seen anything in the chamber so vivid and well, I could get lost here," she said, gushing.

"Good!" he said, smiling down at her, "because, we are really going to go to this spot in about a week’s time."

"What?"

"I hope you don’t mind but I took a big chance and got us booked for Bora Bora for you know, after the wedding," he said softly, his eyes diverted from hers for a moment, almost shyly.

"Bora Bora? Tahiti? Oh my God!"

"Yeah, I remember your little school assignment that I helped you with when you were what? Thirteen? Remember? We made that volcano that erupted all over the place and Manny nearly fired me!" Rollie grinned and she shook her head.

"I was fascinated with Tahiti," she said, still in shock at the chamber’s transition.

"So was I!" Rollie said, wiggling his eyebrows and shaking his hips back and forth as he reminded her of the topless dancers that he had found pictures of for her assignment. Manny had made sure that they were removed from the final draft.

"Yep, remember you vividly then," Angie said, recalling his preoccupation with the National Geographic pictures.

"Anyway, Ange- is it alright? Or, you know, if I did something wrong here, let me know. I won’t be offended if this isn’t what you wanted…you would tell me, right?"

Angie looked up at him, watching as a bird flew over their heads- magnificent, she thought to herself. That bird looked like it was at least fifty feet above them, "I’d tell you, you know that. I am speechless, Rollie. This is so much! How in the world are you going to get away with this trip and the movie?"

"Ben and I have talked. We have to work our tails off in the next week but he is giving us a two-week hiatus and doing all the location shots while we are away. I was a busy guy when you weren’t looking."

"So I see," she said and he suddenly shivered.

"Um, got the wind going a bit strong here," he told her and reached over and adjusted the flow with a concealed control pad he held in his other hand.

"I can’t wait for the real thing!" she said and reached up, pulling his face down to hers, kissing him. He then knew she really liked it. Her kiss told him that she meant every word she had said. He held on to her, his mouth savoring her sweet taste and he felt that there was nothing else on earth in this moment of time that could ever be as wonderful.

"Oh," he said, breaking the kiss finally, licking his lips as he smiled at her and released her down to her feet, "forgot the most important thing! I believe I owe you something- something that was taken away from you. I hope you like this small token of my love. It’s real, it’s not the Heart of God, but it is rare, like you."

She looked from his suddenly serious face to where he reached, down into the holographic water stream before the fall and pulled out something small. It even dripped of water as he brought it closer and taking her left hand, slid it slowly on her ring finger.

Angie looked down with a sharp intake of breath. It was a green-blue stone, pear-shaped, set in a simple gold setting. Its brilliancy in the artificial sunlight was dazzling to her.

"Rollie? It’s gorgeous!" She told him, quickly grabbing his neck and kissing him again.

"It is something that Mangela sent me over a week ago. When I saw that my father had the Heart of God ring and all, I decided that I would hold onto this ring for later- that the ring that my mother wore would be the one that you would wear. But now, I think that Mangela knew something that I didn’t. This ring- this stone is really you- Ange. It’s the color of your eyes and your soul, love."

Her eyes went from the stone to his eyes. He could see her eyes reflecting the same brilliant color as the stone. Her tears were inevitable but he kissed her wet lids and wiped her cheeks with his thumbs as he held her face up to him.

"Marry me on the sixth and you won’t regret it," he told her, his voice low and earnest.

"Rollie, let’s just stay here for the next fifty years," she said, smiling and laughing.

"Okay…" he said, holding her around the waist and looking out with her over the waterfall down into the lagoon, "You jump first!"

Angie slept well that night. She woke up once, looking down at her hand and felt the light weight of the ring she now had on her finger. Not a paste, not a huge stone but none the less, a rare blue diamond. She couldn’t imagine how much the ring had cost, much less the Tahiti honeymoon. She had a feeling that her uncle had some part to play in this. But this ring and this wonderful feeling were right to her. She turned over and watch Rollie sleep. His face looked youthful, and vulnerable as he slept. She touched a wavy lock of hair that had covered one of his eyes and pushed it back. He turned his head slightly at her touch and she smiled. Tomorrow, they would be back to reality but tonight, she had lived her fantasy.

Dingo was released from observation and together, she and Rollie picked him up at the hospital. His face, although still swollen, had resolved somewhat. The eye still looked bad but Dingo told them he could start to see something out of it as they headed back to his hotel.

"We will check back with you later," Rollie told him as they dropped him off, "gotta run, we have lots of stuff to do if we’re going to make this wedding on the sixth!"

Dingo nodded, not saying anything. He had noted Angela’s new ring and felt bad in a way but she seemed very happy with it and with Rollie. Once again, Mangela had stepped in and made his son a happy man, giving him something that wouldn’t or couldn’t be taken away. He went back to his room, a broken man.

Luce and Mira showed up at lunchtime on the set of Ectoplasmic Ranger. Angie had called both of them about the planned date of the wedding. Mira seemed reserved, her thoughts elsewhere as she thumbed the desk inside the F/X van as Luce went on and on about what Angie should do and wear.

"Do you ever take a breath?" Mira asked Lucinda, irritated.

Luce looked back at her in stifled mid-sentence, silent for a second and went right back to chattering about wedding gowns.

"Mira? What do you think I should do about a dress?" Angie asked, trying to draw Mira into the conversation.

"Why bother…you wear it once and next thing you know, he leaves and you are left with a dress in a box and old memories."

Her voice was flat and depressed. Angie looked down at her feet and said nothing in return as Lucinda looked up at the ceiling. Michael had not returned home. Mira had not heard from him since that night in Rollie’s loft.

Mira realized she was raining on their parade and she stood up, stretching, "Ange, you pick out the dress and I’ll be there. At least, I will still be small enough to wear normal clothing."

"See you tomorrow?" Angie asked her, almost pensively.

"Yeah, maybe…Francis and I have to get recertified on the shooting range. I think I might have some problems with my aim right now. I bet I don’t get a single head shot tomorrow."

Lucinda’s ears perked up and she looked up at Mira, "Oh! Where has your aim been lately?"

Mira looked down at Lucinda, hands on her hips as Angie rolled her eyes.

"El cojones, chica! That’s where I have had a natural target range for lately," she told the actress and stomped out of the van.

Lucinda swallowed but Angie just laughed, "Don’t even ask!"

The police found no leads on the disappearance of Dorinda Bailey. Since Dingo didn’t know much about her past, they did not have any kind of background to start with, except for the Goldfish Club in Sydney. Before that dancing job, she was not traceable. Dingo mourned her disappearance and felt betrayed suddenly- that she had been in on the ring theft from the start. He hadn’t remembered much from the beating in the room or how she had left with the attackers. It just seemed that now, he had been the biggest fool of all in this game with Skartsonis. He looked down at his missing little finger, felt the empty chain around his neck and ordered a bottle of whiskey to his room.

Angie and Rollie completed their week’s work for Ben Poe. Rollie had also been busy finding a place for the wedding. He wouldn’t tell Angie where it was going to be yet and she was furious.

"But you said, ‘I don’t care if I wear a burlap sack…nothing big’…" he quoted her as she busily paced in the loft on Thursday night, with only one more night before the wedding.

"Yes, but! I need to know! Mira and Lucinda need to know. My God, Rollie, what kind of ceremony is it going to be? Is Tio Guillarmo going to be there? What about my friends, yours? Will Mangela make it in time?"

"Oh, just sit down, Angie!" he told her, whisking her to the couch as he held her down and kissed her on the forehead, "you just put on your burlap and be ready!"

She punched him in the ribs and pouted, slightly. She realized she had told him she didn’t care and he jumped in and took the initiative. She told herself she shouldn’t worry but she did anyway.

"You know what? I’m tired," she told him, "I’m going to bed."

"Suit yourself," he told her, smiling, "gives me time to go over my plans here." He was grinning, knowing he was getting to her and she pretended to not care, "Angie- by the way…"

"What?" she asked, starting up the stairs, knowing she had to find that wedding dress tomorrow if it killed her. She would be twenty-four hours away from her wedding and still, no dress.

"I love you."

"I know…"she said, and turned back around and smiled, "my knees are starting to shake like jello, Rollie."

"Is that all?" he asked her, and made a face as he touched his own, "mine have completely shut down."

"Why do people go through all this?" she asked him, shaking her head.

"Dunno, guess they go crazy for awhile…" he replied, "goodnight, love. It will be alright. We’ll be in Tahiti on Sunday!"

She smiled and turned and finished her climb to the bedroom. She didn’t hear the knock on the door that followed her exit.