Jenny is standing in a lush purple room. There is a white canopy bed with fake lilac sewn in. It's a girl's room. This has got to be a dream. The door that she just know noticed opens and in walks a 8 year old. She has long curly red hair and sky blue eyes. She wears a purple dress with silver trim. She is beautiful and suddenly the girl smiles. This is her daughter, she can feel it. And it wasn't hard to determine who she got the eyes from. Gibbs. Wait, that doesn't make sense. She doesn't have a daughter. The girl moves across the room as if reading her thoughts. "I'm January and yes I'm your daughter."
"But I don't have a daughter!" Jenny exclaimed.
"I'm not your daughter in real life." January explained. "What?" Jenny asked totally confused.
"Mom," God, that sounded odd but nice,"I represent what could have been, if you hadn't left Dad in Paris." That confirmed it. In this upside down world or whatever it was she had a child with Jethro. "Why are you here?" Jenny asked in a shaking voice. If she hadn't left Paris she would have a family and this beautiful girl would be her's. "Mom, don't cry. My chance has come and gone, but there's something I need to tell you." she said trying to catch Jenny's gaze. "Mom, unlike a lot of people, you get a second chance. There's someone I want you to meet." she continued walking to a silver crib that had appeared in the corner. January picked up a bundle from the crib. "This is Niva. You name her after Ziva and Naomi. She can still happen. If you tell him. Tell him flat out. I love you. Mom, you have to do this." she finished. Jenny looked at the baby. She had green, mischievous eyes and short red hair. Except for the eyes, Niva looked just like January. "She's so beautiful." Jenny choked out. January just smiled that dazzling smile. "Mom, you have to do it. Goodbye, I love you, Keep me in your dreams." Those were January's parting words as the dream went out of focus.