And of course, she'd wanted to go to a pub - a proper pub because you just couldn't get that in America. It was comfort food and they both knew it. Then it had been off to the Eye. "No, it's not stupid," Catherine argued with a frown, "I just never had that sort of thing. After we moved to Los Angeles, I had this big city - Hollywood... And all I wanted to do was go home."
She smiled up at him, beaming slightly, "Oh, fantastic. I'm very happy to be somewhere where my brain isn't going to be ripped apart by a horrible death." There wasn't any hint of sarcasm. She was very glad to be with him. He was too tall for her to put her head on his shoulder so she rested against his arm, "I like the way you asked. Made it more personal. The planned moments never go right."
Catherine ducked her head slightly just to hide her hint of a smile, "No, you weren't. Well, it was an option but you had other options - so many. A million, trillion branches of options. Fate isn't as simple as people think it is." Except for her. There was a brick wall in her future.