The same thought had been going through Ainsley's head since she'd arrived in England and made her way to the castle: This is a bad idea. This is a very bad idea. But she was here, wasn't she? Well, almost. At the moment she was standing just outside the door to the entrance hall in the freezing cold with her luggage - and her baggage, too. She had a lot more baggage than she had luggage, and that's what was keeping her from going inside. She had been trying to reconcile all her stupid issues since she'd promised to visit Michael, but it'd been a lost cause. There were just some things she couldn't let go of, but maybe, just maybe facing them head on for once would be better than running away from them. And hey, if Michael could pretend that nothing had changed, she could too, couldn't she? She was good at that.
With a deep breath, she picked up her luggage and reached for the door. "Okay. Here goes nothing." She opened the door and walked through it, head held high - no turning back now. Then she saw him, and her face broke out into a wide smile. "Hey, Michael." She was a tad a breathless, partly from the cold, but also from the sight of him standing there, waiting for her. It was funny - she didn't realize how much she'd missed him until she actually saw him. Just talking to him wasn't the same, apparently.