"Oh, hi Rita." He said miserably.
"Hi. Uh, We found this."
Rita handed him an envelope with his name on it. Mitchel opened it and out fell a note and a ring.
"I'm sorry." Rita said, feeling extremely sorry for him.
"Yeah, uhh, thanks for, uhh, bringing this to me. Good bye."
On that Mitchel hurriedly shut the door. Rita walked back to the car and got in.
"I hope I never have to do that again." She said. "I thought he was going to cry."
Taylor drummed his fingers on his knee.
"Where on earth is she anyway?"
"Yeah, this isn't like her. She's always so responsible and stuff. You'd think she would have told us where she's going." Zac grumbled.
It was quiet all the way back to Babsies' house - where they had been staying.
"Hey, look there's Ike. Maybe he knows." Taylor suggested. "Hey Ike!"
Ike stared at him.
"What are you guys doing here?" he asked. "Aren't you supposed to be at the reception?"
"Babsie never showed." Taylor explained. "We haven't seen her all day. And her motorcycle's gone."
So many thoughts were going through Isaacs' mind at that moment. He was happy and concerned at the same time.
"I haven't seen her either." He admitted. "But she was going to be on a two week Honeymoon. Babs might not show up until the day she was due to."
"Oh! I forgot about that." Rita exclaimed. "Oh dear."
"Hey Rita, why don't you stay here?" Zac suggested. "We're only going to be coming back in three weeks for the tour and you can wait for her here."
Taylor looked at him, then at Rita.
"It's a good idea. I don't think we should just leave her house empty like this, and we do have to get back on tour."
Rita nodded.
"Yeah. Ok."
"But hey, with any luck, she might show up tonight."
"Hey, you don't suppose this whole thing was a practical joke?" Zac asked suddenly.
"Maybe, but I don't think it's Babsie's style." Isaac answered.
**********
"Uhh, guys, looks like I was right." Isaac called.
"Right about what?" Taylor asked.
"Babsie's not gonna turn up for two weeks."
"How do you know that?" Zac inquired suspiciously.
"I got an e-mail from her."
"Really? What does it say?" Rita asked anxiously.
"Practically nothing." Isaac answered, putting up his hand. "And I quote: You won't hear from me for two weeks. Don't worry. Sorry. Unquote."
"Nothing else?" Rita asked sadly.
"Nothing else."