They say that little boys pick on the girls they like. If a boy steals your favourite dolly, he's really trying to steal your heart. Ash Carlyle wasn't the kind of boy to steal your doll. He was the kind of boy that would take the doll, burn it and hand back the smoking remains. I find it easier not to speculate on how that corresponds to his heart-related intentions. He and I first met in school at the tender age of five...