27-year-old Amy Abbot can't help but smile as she listens to her musically inclined daughters playing the piano and flute in her living room, the sound of Beethoven's 5th symphony floating into the kitchen. But after a brief pause Amy goes back to the pile of dishes in the sink, her hands are elbow deep in water when the telephone rings not wanting to disturb the girls' practice time she quickly pulls her hands out and dries them off, grabbing the phone right before the answering machine.

"Hello?" Amy breathes into the phone.

"Amy?" Laynie Hart's voice reaches through the telephone lines.

"Laynie hi!" Amy greets her friends cheerfully. When Amy had found out that Laynie was living in Denver 7 years ago when Amy moved there the two had gotten to be good friends; they hadn't spoken since Colin's funereal when they were 15.

"Amy have you seen the news?" Laynie's voice sounds grave and Amy stops short.

"No, why? What's going on ?"

"There have been terrible flash floods in Everwood. Houses have been destroyed, roads are out, Amy it's really bad. They evacuated 2 days ago and they are now going to start letting people back into town."

"I have been so busy with the girls I haven't had a chance to sit down to watch the news or talk to anyone. Is there anything we can do?" Amy questions.

"Steven and I are driving in as soon as we can get stuff together, the Red Cross is all ready there but they said they can use as many volunteers as possible. You and the girls are welcome to ride along with us if you want."

"Of course." Amy responds quickly, "I an have the girls and I packed in 5 minutes. But is there anything I should bring?"

"When we called Red Cross they said blankets, bottled water, canned food, anything along those lines. They also said some families have lost everything, but they couldn't give specifics and I haven't heard from anyone." As Laynie speaks Amy covers her mouth with her hand.

"I'll go to the store and pick up as much as I can." Amy finally responds.

"OK. Is an hour enough time, I want to get there as soon as possible."

"An hour's fine." Amy responds.

"Mommy what's going on?" Bailey, one of Amy's twin 7-year-old daughters questions as both girls sit on either side of their mother in Laynie's SUV.

"Sweetie there was a flood in the town grandma and grandpa live in and we are going to go an help them out." Amy responds hoping that her daughters fully understand.

"Is everyone OK?" Ronli, the more sensitive of the girls, questions.

"We aren't sure yet Ronie, we haven't been able to get a hold of anyone, all of the power is out. So we will have to see when we get there." Amy states, silently offering a silent prayer that everyone is all right.

The rest of the drive was spent in quietly, the only thing to break the silence was the occasional chatter of the twins and the news station Steven ahd the radio tuned to.

Staring in awe of their hometown both Laynie and Amy have tears in their eyes as Steven directs the large vehicle through the debris laden roads, and asking the question, "where to?"

Amy bites her lip before responding, "try the old train station, Dr. Brown's office. There is a lot of room there, it seems like the logical place for people to be helping out."

"Amy is right." Laynie responds before directing her husband toward the old train station.

"You girls need to stay out of the way, people are going to be really busy and you can't be underfoot." Amy orders gently and both girls nod in response. As the SUV pulls to stop in front of the old train station Amy helps both her daughters into their jackets, it may have stopped raining but the wind was biting and the last thing she needed was either one of them sick.

"Amy Abbot?" Sarah Collins, an elderly woman who had baby-sat Amy when she was younger takes Amy into a tight hug.

"Hi Mrs. Collins." Amy greets as both her daughters cling behind her. "Is my dad in Dr. Brown's office?"

"I'm sure he is dear, the whole town is in there." Mrs. Collins responds, "you are such a doll we should have figured that you would be here to lend a hand." With those words the older woman moves on to greet Laynie.

"Dad!" Amy's catches sight of her father immediately, it looks as if he has gained about 10 years since she had seen him at Christmas.

Harold Abbot turns quickly to face his daughter and granddaughters as both the girls rush toward him he pulls them to him and hugs both girls tightly. "Amy what are you doing here?" Harold asks once he sets the two girls back down and hugs his own daughter.

"Laynie called and told me what was going on, I had to come help. What can I do?"

"Mr. Brown I've got you're plane ticket into Denver Airport." Ephram stops in front of his secretary's desk. With a smile Brenda Larson smiles brightly as she hands Ephram the plane tickets. "And your nanny called and said that she will meet you at the airport with the kids and your luggage so that you can make your flight."

"Thank you so much Brenda you are a god-send." Ephram smiles at his secretary of 2 years.

"How many days worth of appointments do you want me to reschedule?" Brenda questions.

"For right now just 3, I don't know how long they are going to need me in Everwood." Ephram responds, "but don't worry about it to much have a great weekend with Tom and the kids."

"Thanks Mr. Brown, and your taxi is waiting downstairs." Brenda calls as Ephram hurries out of his law office and onto the elevator.

"Daddy!" Ephram searches the crowded New York City airport in search of the voices that had chorused out as soon as he steps out of the taxi. He catches sight of his nanny first, Anne Fischer was 20 and had been working as his Nanny for about 6 months. Before he even catches sight of his children arms wrap around his legs and he looks down on two red heads.

Kneeling down Ephram hugs the 8-year-old boy and and the 5-year-old girl, "I'm going to miss you guys."

"Daddy please don't go." Tamra's blue eyes fill with tears as she hugs her father tightly.

"Stop Tamra he has to go." Troy orders gently.

"I don't want him to go!" Tamra cries as she clings tightly around Ephram's neck. "What if he doesn't come back, like Mommy didn't."

Ephram gently smoothes the little girls hair and Ephram can see in Troy's gray eyes that he hadn't thought about that. So quickly Ephram assures the two, "I'll be back soon, but remember how I said there was a really bad flood where Grandpa Andy lives?"

Both children nod solemnly and Ephram can see that neither one of them are assured that he would be coming home, "I will call you as soon as I get there OK?" Both children finally nod and hug Ephram tightly, "Tamra don't cry anymore OK baby, everything will be all right, Anne's going to take good care of you guys. Troy take care of your sister and brother OK and help Anne out as much as you can." When both children nod Ephram stands straight up and takes his sleeping one-year-old son from Anne and kisses him gently on the forehead before returning him to Anne.

"Don't worry about anything here Mr. Brown. Everything will be fine." Anne assures. "Just concentrate on helping everyone in Everwood."

"Thanks, listen they probably aren't going to sleep very well tonight. They don't have school in the morning so don't fight them on it. You shouldn't have any real problems with Troy or Jamie, but I can almost guarantee that Tamra is going to give you a hard time."

"I'm sure they will be fine Mr. Brown," Anne assures, "you have really great kids."

"OK thanks Anne." With a final hug and kiss for each of the three children Ephram grabs his overnight bag and hurries into the airport and towards his terminal.