"How soon will you be pregnant?"

"How soon will you be pregnant?" You ask, and she looks back into your eyes, the soul gaze apparently a one time thing.

"Not before you have to go back to your world..." She says starting to cry.

"Come with me then, or let me come with you!" You declare, and she hugs you around the neck.

"You CAN'T come with me, it's part of the contract you entered by agreeing to take this vacation." She says fighting back the tears. "And for me to go with you would require me to be given ambassadress authorization by my government, which cannot be secured in just two weeks!"

"There has to be SOMETHING we can do...!" You exclaim, angry that a woman whom you now know intimately and are starting to fall in love with will be ripped from your arms in just two weeks time, metaphorically speaking at least.

"There is ONE thing we could do." She states, and you are suddenly fully alert.

"What?" you demand, **** for a solution.

"We could get married and apply to the Trans Dimensional Transit Council for a marriage pass, it MIGHT be approved in time, and even if it wasn't the resort would be required to divulge the return transit protocol for me to come to your world."