Paige was playing the avoidy game with her husband. A game that involved her using anything and everything in her means-and many things not in it-to minimize any interaction with him. She didn't return his calls. Or his texts. He tended to have to leave before she woke up, so she stayed working late until she was sure he was in bed. Or, better yet, she would go to bed before he did. Eliot was hard to avoid though. Very hard, because he was nearly as stubborn as she was. And there would be moments where he would ... sneak up on her, yes that was the only phrase to use how freakishly good he was at catching her unawares, and give her that 'Paaaaige! We need to talk' look. Yes, she could read his looks. Which would lead the her thinking quickly of some excuse to run out the house.
She didn't know what this feeling was. Ever since he'd gotten injured, and then said that stupid thing about split personalities, and she'd had her own moment of ... feeling as if she'd gone through this before. Someone she'd cared about being so close to being fatally hurt. Paige had quickly allotted it to the fact that she'd lost her parents and she just couldn't bare losing someone that close to her. Not being able to do something about it. However, ... things felt different. It felt as if it was more than that. Paige distinctly remebered thinking that if Eliot got hurt that she wouldn't be able to heal him because she didn't know how. Which was a ridiculous thought because of course she didn't know how. She was an assistant to a star, not a doctor. But deep down inside something in her knew that she wasn't talking about medicine. And that freaked her out.
Which had awoken an entire list of other freak outs. As if she was being trapped. As if she was loosing herself. As if she would lose herself, just after she'd just discovered who she was outside of --- Outside of what? Paige didn't know. Because she was an only child that had been on her own since she was sixteen. She had always known who she was, she had always been independent. And maybe marriage would have freaked her out if she hadn't thought it over and decided that Eliot didn't make her feel any of those things her mind was worried about. Paige didn't know where any of these emotions were coming from but they all felt entirely valid. There was a mess in her brain and she hadn't the slightest idea how to muddle through it. But she didn't want that to ruin her marriage. Eliot was her forever. She knew it. And she was being ridiculous.
... which was why she was in her car driving to the grocery store to get their third gallon of milk in the past few days. No one drunk that much milk. Not even Superman. But it was the first thing that had occurred to her when she and Eliot had bumped into each other in their kitchen ... God. She was pathetic.
Paige was driving and stretching to get into her glove compartment when she spotted a man being attacked by an old lady with a cane. She'd always missed it but her headlights shined upon them. And she even blinked too, but yep .. there it was. Man being bludgeoned by an old woman. Wait .. Billy Idol? Paige had seen some strange things in her line of work. But this definitely took the cake.
As Paige slowed down slightly. Trying to figure out who to help-because something in the back of her mind insisted that she couldn't carry on with her business and she had to stop and help-the light shined to a pair in the background. Paige let out a low curse, pulling out her cellphone and calling nine-one-one, and immediately parking and just jumping out of the care. Not thinking once on her own safety. As if she jumped into danger on a regular basis. Which technically she did if you thought about the size of the crowds Sarah tended to draw. Rattling out information quickly to the police (about the an attacking the other man, not the old woman beating up the Idol wanna-be), Paige -- rather stupidly one part of her was telling her, while the other part was saying 'go for it' -- called out, "Leave him alone!"