It's been three weeks since Rafe had gone back to heaven, and Alison's still a mess. She had asked Lucy to stay at the house for a while, since she has no where else to go but back to the mansion, and she didn't want to do that, because she knew how much Rafe would hate her going back to her "Nana." Alison chuckled to herself as she remembered how much it would annoy Rafe when she called her grandmother that. As she sat on the couch remembering, she heard a knock at the door.

"Livvie! What...what are you doing here?"

"Hey, you've been kinda MIA lately and everyone's been worried about you. Are you ok?"

"Well ya know, I'm ok...I'm holding up...yeah."

"Really?"

Alison let it all out, "No, not really! I'm going crazy! Everything I see, touch, hear...it all reminds me of him!" Alison started to cry, "I just...I knew he had to go back, I knew it, but I just....ya know...I was never really ready for it."

She started to pull herself together, letting out a few sniffles, "And I've just been feeling horrible and disgusting lately."

"What do you mean, Ali? Are you sick?"

"No, I mean, I don't think so. I'm not running a fever or anything. But I keep getting kinda lightheaded and nauseated every once and a while. I...I think it's the stress I've been putting myself through lately, since Rafe left. I think it's making me, I don't know, like, physically ill."

"Do you think you should see a doctor or something? I mean, are you sure it's just stress?"

"It has to be, cause there's one other thing..."

"What's that?"

"I'm kind of...late."

"Late? Late for what?...You mean...LATE???"

"Yeah, but I think that's from all the stress too, ya know how enormous stress can sometimes, like, mess you up a little...you know?"

"Yeah, I do, but, Alison...are you sure you're not..."

"Pregnant!" Alison laughed, "Oh no, I'm not pregnant. Remember when Rafe got called back that day and I told you we were talking about having a baby? Well, he had a little talk with 'his boss' who informed him that no way and no how was anyone 'up there' gonna let an angel get a mortal pregnant. And I kinda trust that when, like, 'the Big Guy' makes decisions like that, there's really no way around them. So it can't even be a possibility that I'm pregnant....no....can't happen."

Meanwhile, up in Ed's office....

Ed was on his phone, yelling as usual, "I want you to get Larry from 'Conception' in here NOW! I mean it! What do you mean, how do I know it was Larry?! It's Larry, I'd bet my eternity on it. He's got a soft spot for stuff like this. Remember the 65 year old grandmother who gave birth to twins a few years back?? Well, THAT was Larry's handywork. What am I gonna do to him? Well, let's just say he's gonna need some extra soft clouds to sit on when I'm done kicking his a-......"

Rafe opened the door at that moment, wondering what all the yelling coming from Ed's office was about, "Hey Boss, sorry to interrupt, what's goin on? You wanted to see me?"

"I gotta go, Bill. You just tell Larry he'd better keep his eye out for me if he knows what's good for him and I WILL get in touch with him...soon."

"Larry?" Rafe smiled. "What's he gone and done now? Not another pregnant grandmother I hope," Rafe said as he laughed remembering Larry's past work.

Ed didn't look amused.

"Boss, what is it? You look like you're ready to break someone's arm, or like something terrible happened. Did something terrible happen? Is that why you called me in here?" Rafe stopped and thought for a moment, "Oh my God! Is it Alison? Did something happen to Alison?? Tell me...NOW!"

"Funny you should mention your little blondie, my boy."

"Oh God! What happened?? Ed, you have to tell me what happened, alright. COME ON!"

"Well, our boy Larry in 'Conception'...well, let's just say this time it wasn't a 65 year old grandmother."

"Huh?" Rafe had that confused look on his face again.