It had been nearly five years since Martin had transferred to Denver. Five years since he had last seen Samantha. But now he was back. "She moved from the city." Martin thought as he parked his car in front of a small house in a suburban neighborhood, only twenty minutes away from the sky scrapers of New York City. The house was just as Danny had described it to him earlier. Cream colored stone covered the sides of the house with a large oak tree off the side, and a path surrounded in overgrown flowers. "Sam never had much of a green thumb." Marty thought as he moved toward the brick colored door. He knocked twice before it opened. He imagined Sam standing there wearing jeans and a tee-shirt with her hair tied back. Identical to what she looked like the night he had left. But to his surprise, Martin was greeted by a little girl no older than four.

"Hi." Her voice was young and childlike, but calm-unlike most little kids.

"Hi. I'm sorry. I must have the wrong house. I'm looking for a woman named Samantha."

"That's my mom. Hold on, I'll get her." As the girl walked off, Martin stood in awe. He suddenly imagined Samantha married and pregnant with her second, or even third, child. The little girl did look a lot like Sam, pale skin and brown eyes. But she had wavy, light-brown hair and cheek dimples like Martin. He unexpectedly he thought that the girl he had just talked to was his daughter. "It's probably just a coincidence. I'm not the only guy in the world with brown hair."

Samantha then appeared at the door next to her daughter. Her hair was longer than he remembered, and wavier. She wore less make up then she had when they were together, but she was still beautiful.

"Martin?" Her jaw dropped as she spoke his name.

"Hi, Sam," He didn't really know what to say to her after all these years, "I guess I should have called before I came."

"No, it's okay. I'm just glad her here." Samantha turned to her daughter, "Honey, could you go play in your room until dinner?"

"Okay mom." The girl turned to Martin, "It was nice meeting you."

Martin smiled, "it was nice meeting you too."

The girl skipped off out of sight.

"Did you want to come in? I can make coffee or something."

"Sure. Coffee would be nice."

Martin followed Samantha though a small living room scattered with random toys and books. "Sorry about the mess. We weren't expecting company." Samantha smiled at Marty and he noticed she was not wearing a ring. While in the kitchen, which was tidier than the living room, Samantha started making coffee. Martin knew he had to say something about the girl. "So, you have a daughter." Sam turned to him. "She seems like a good kid."

"Yea," Samantha didn't really know how to tell Martin she was his daughter too, "she's great."

"What's her name?"

"Cecilia. Cecilia Elizabeth," Sam paused, "Fitzgerald."

Martin looked up at her, their eyes locked. At the moment, all the old feelings were back. The same feelings they had when Samantha first asked Martin if he wanted to share a cab. The feelings they had when they were together.