Gwen let the tears fall and smear her make-up again. When he sat down and put his arm around her, she felt a chill go down her spine, making her tremble slightly. Looking into his eyes she felt her face grow hot, he looked concerned, just like a real man would be if his girlfriend really was an escaped survivor of a blo- er, dust bag, would be. 

"You're really good at this, you know?" He was stroking her hand with his thumb, her hand fit well in his, Gwen felt a small smile lift to her lips. "As long as you're here with me, I feel safe." She pushed her head into his shoulder. This acting wasn't going to be as hard as she thought. 'Whoa Gwen! Chill out on the enjoyment of this. This is temporary...no need to act so convincing just yet,' Her mind scolded. Rolling her eyes she closed them tightly pushing more tears out onto his shoulder, letting a few drip onto his shoulder. A few more moments passed before a loud knock made her move from his embrace. "Showtime." She mouthed to him, nodding towards the door.

 "Police, open up!" A gruff voice shouted at the door.