The Other Side Of The Wardrobe: "Why's he want me? Thomas asked as they broke the embrace and began walking back to the main house. Peg shrugged. "Don't know." Her mind was working on something and she was distracted. Thomas let her think. He was good at reading her moods like that. If only they'd met earlier in her life, he thought, looking down at Peg's face, biting her lower lip in concentration. As they neared the house he noted with approval that she'd left the kitchen door open. Peg hadn't been here all that long, but she'd already caught on to the rules pretty quickly. He wondered what had brought her here, all the way from the States. She never talked about her life there. They were nearly at the door. He could here the Emeritus bellowing instructions to other staff, and was about to go in when Peg grabbed his hand. Her grip was so tight it hurt. "What if we could go there?" She asked. Thomas saw the pleading, excited look in her eyes. Thomas was thunderstruck.