My face goes pale, for two reasons. One, he's going to be fighting against my home, and that he's just going to leave me like he said he wouldn't. I let go of his hands and cross my arms, swallowing before looking down.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
'This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays.' — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy