He Couldn't Have Gone Too Far, Could He?

Rebecca woke late but content. Chris had finally popped the question and she'd said yes. Yes, yes, yes.

It had been a tough decision. They'd had quite an interesting a year. But then, as he got down on one knee in the two grand a night luxury apartment he'd rented and presented her with a chunk of diamond that must have taken three blokes to prise from the dirt in South Africa, the Noosa sunlight glinting off the posh car he'd bought her, his bulging wallet prominent in his pocket as he balanced with the ring profferred on a velvet cushion with gold lining, she'd found it easy to say yes. After a few questions.

"Is that real gold thread," she'd asked.

"Of course babes, of course it is."

"And how many dresses will I have?"

"As many you want babes."

"And will I be able to arrive in a gold plated limo that runs on expensive perfume fumes?"

"Of course babes."

"And will I get to have 1000 bridesmaids all wearing expensive dresses and will we have Beyonce performing and will I get to release a flock of endangered doves at the end of the ceremony?"

"Babes, nothing is too much for you"

"And at the end can we burn a giant pile of money in front of the cameras while you kiss me adoringly so those sluts at school who called me Skeletor and flushed my head down the dunny can watch it and cry hot salty tears at their own pathetic lives which are in no way as affluent or successful as mine?"

"Sure thing babes. We can even have special letters reminding them they haven't been invited to the nation's wedding of the year delivered to their houses!"

That was a nice touch, thought Rebecca. Good old Chris. He was worth hanging onto.

She reached out for him in the bed but he wasn't there. He'd been up late the night before writing emails to Kevin Rudd offering his services to guide the ETS through parliament but

She looked over. His side of the bed was unmade. This again wasn't weird. He was a bit of neat freak and if he got up early, as he often did, for a run, or to lick Mr Pratt's gravestone clean, he would carefully make his side before heading out.

Rebecca let her head fall back on the pillow and sleep envelop her again.

He couldn't have gotten too far, could he?