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Christopher opened his muzzle, welcoming the tasty treat. As soon as it touched his tongue, he bit down and chewed, making sure to not let the sides of his mouth leak out any marshmellow goo or melted chocolate. Chris licked his lips, lapping up the little morsels left on his muzzle. It had been so long as he last had a s'more. Finally having one after all this time, it was akin to getting a sample of heaven.

Gazing back to Minna, he explained, "See? We can still have fun here. The operations of this place don't have to influence this kind of stuff. The stuff that counts. I have you, the woods, good friends, and some delicious snacks. Speaking of which, could you make another set of them? I'm hankering for another one."

Answering her previous question, Christopher reminded Minna, "Well, my parents for one. As I told you before, this would be petty s**t to them. They aren't like most people. Plus, we'd probably be big hits at a furry convention."

Chris let out a laugh at his last statement but soon calmed down. "But I don't think we'd want to go to one of those. I'd be too scared of having to fight off a bunch of clingy dramatic living plushies, erm, fursuiters."

He froze up at Minna's next question though. What was the age cutoff to this place?

'Well, they did bring 14 year olds here,' Christopher reminded himself.

Knowing it would just upset her, Christopher brushed off the question and gazed deep into her ears. He smiled and grabbed her hands, positioning them into a slow dance position. As they started to waltz a little, the rest of Chris's plan came into play.

Encouraging himself internally, 'Since she loves Elvis so much...'

Christopher opened his mouth and out came the words:

"Wise Men say
only fools rush in
but I cant help
falling in love with you

Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin?
If I cant help
falling in love with you..."

Glancing down at the woman in his arms, Christopher stretched a smile across his muzzle and replied, "I plead guilty."

He picked up his place in the song and finished serenading Minna with it. He seated them both down onto the ground, Minna in his lap. Chris reached his hand out to her and caressed her cheek as he stared at her lovingly. He opened his muzzle once more and accept another s'more.

'Oh, these things are so good,' Christopher mused on the inside.

"I wonder how much you realize I'm afraid to lose you, especially after that dre..." trailed off Chris. "Oh right, I never did tell you about that nightmare yet, did I?"

Christopher gulped, still not completely over the effects of the dream. Ever since he had it, he had developed a fear that it might just come true one of these days. He quickly plowed through it, making it obvious it still was bothering him terribly, "I dreamt that Moreau had changed me into a full wolf with no speaking abilities and was planning to ship me off to a zoo as punishment for throwing a message to my parents in a bottle into the ocean."

He forced a smile and tried to change the subject quickly, his brow perspirating, "Would you like another s'more?"

Trying to keep himself focused on the moment, Christopher answered, "I think we'll be a mix really. I mean, if you've seen some of the finished islanders, they're pretty much just that. They look like an animal-human hybrid. Even the couple who have been turned fully into an animal physically hold onto the ability of speech and retain their human minds."

Giving her a reassuring smile, he told her, "So I don't think there is anything to worry about really. We'll still be us, just a little more than human is all."

He sighed and turned away from her gaze, his thoughts going back to that horrid dream. "I'm just so scared that I'll be taken away like I was in the dream. I lost everything. I was me but... no one would no longer know that. I had lost you, Glacus, Katina... and Erik too. I had no one... and no one would know who I was ever again. That's what scares me, if Moreau actually did do that to me. The worst part of that dream was when I woke up. I had started changing when I did. I freaked out so terribly as that's how the dream began. I think Moreau had messed with my injection to influence me to have such a nightmare... like some warning."

The dream had gotten a hold of him once more. Christopher leaned his head on the crevice of Minna's shoulder and whimpered.

The sensation of Minna's tongue against his fur tickled a little. It caused each hair on his body to stand on end as he was getting some chills from it. The intense heat of the fire acted as a remedy for this though. Christopher's eyes watched the dancing flames. God, were they beautiful. He didn't ever want to have these simple pleasures stripped from him.

One tear rolling down his cheek, Christopher quoted the lyrics from a Lacuna Coil song (the band that Glacus got him hooked on), "I don't wanna die. Please be here when I arrive."

He hoped Minna would know what he meant. He wasn't neccessarily afraid of dying literally. But he was terrified of being taken away and end up with such a cruel fate as the one in his nightmare. That to him was the equivalent to dying. He wanted Minna to be his savior from the nightmare... to be there for him like he would for her.

"I love you so much," Chris practically whispered as he embraced her around the waist.

Letting out another canine whimper, Christopher told her, "That's what I'm afraid of... that they will have to go through everyone else to get to me. In the dream, no one recognized me. Erik had to point out my fur markings to identify it as me since I couldn't talk. Even he didn't realize it was me at first. And..."

More whines and whimpers came out, remembering the next part of the dream. Chris clenched his fists around Minna's shirt and tugged a little. The next part of it was so painful. "...They had hurt Erik. They beat the living s**t out of him for trying to protect me. Then they knocked him out by using the chip implanted into his spine. That's another thing that won't stop them, the chips. All they have to say is 'Sleep' or 'freeze' and we're helpless..."

Despite the warmth of the fire, Chris began to tremble as if he were stuck in the middle of Antartica completely naked. It was blatantly clear he was frightened. His eyes still closed, Christopher asked, "Will you please stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone."

While it would be useless for anyone to protect him, Chris felt better knowing that his loved ones would attempt it. It was just comforting to have someone else around despite how futile it would be in the long run. At least he could see one of them before he was taken away, assuming his fears did manifest.

Christopher nuzzled Minna's neck, showing he was appreciative of her affections. They both sat there in silence, holding each other, until the fire had burned itself out. Standing up, Chris motioned for Minna to follow him. "Let's go back to my place. I don't recall you ever seeing it yet."

As they walked along, Chris held tightly onto Minna's hand, refusing to let go. The lyrics of I Will Wait For You by Connie Francis ran through his mind. He sniffled a little, the song always choking him up. It was such a melancholy song, a lament of someone who futilely waited for someone's return but would never see it. Sad part was that's how he felt at the moment. If his dream were to become reality, his life would end up being that song.

Christopher got so lost in his own emotions that he nearly walked past his own duplex. Snapping out of his sullen spell, Chris opened the door to his room. Minna would be surprised to see the layout of the living quarters. It was kept clean but throughout most of duplex, the walls were collaged with a variety of pictures; of movie posters, random pictures representing particular areas of Chris's past, favorite bands, wolves, and some custom t-shirt designs.

She would also notice the shrine like area in the corner near his bed. There was a shelf adorned with wolf paraphernalia, DVDs of his favorite movies and shows, some of his film equipment, and a huge plain looking music box on top.

"Well, this is my place," Christopher said rather hollow in voice.