Two days had gone by and Casey was still not fully settled in. She had emptied more then three quarters of the boxes but was too tired to empty the rest because a) the truck with all of her stuff arrived late and b) she had been waking up early ever since she moved in. Every morning she would suddenly wake up due to the loud music coming from the suite above her. This morning the music was louder than ever.

Casey turned and looked at her alarm clock that stood on the wooden table beside her. It was only 6:30 am and the music upstairs was blaring. Casey grunted and put the pillows on-top of her head to block the noise but it was no use.

After making her bed and drinking her morning coffee, Casey went out onto her balcony to enjoy the view. She didn't think an apartment this perfect could be found. It had a beautiful view and everything she wanted. In California, she had gotten in touch with a real-estate agent and had told him everything she was looking for in an apartment. The real-estate sent her three choices and she chose this apartment thinking it was the best she could do. It wasn't until after she got there that she noticed it was just the dream apartment she imagined. (excluding the loud mornings and nights).

Casey had no other choice but to empty boxes today because she had nothing else to do. Her job as a pediatrician did not start for another two weeks, the cable company didn't connect her to the T.V or internet yet and she was too tired to go sight seeing.

After emptying five of the last six boxes that morning, casey realized that the last box was going to be the hardest to open. It was the box that held all of her pictures and video tapes, in other words, her memories. Casey opened the box and took out her photo album. The first section was of her mom and Lizzie and her dad and as she flipped, she got to the section with the Venturis. There were pictures of her and the whole family at her mom and George's wedding, pictures of their family vacations and even of her and Marti fooling around. As Casey flipped pages she got to the part with her and Derek. There were pictures of them at school, them on one of their secret dates and some with Emily and Sam. She wiped the tears that were flowing down her cheeks and wondered what everything would be like if she was still with her family. Was there anyway she could have made this situation turn out differently? What if she refused to go to California, would her mom and George change their minds? What if she listened to Derek and ran away or moved out, would her parents get even more furious or actually forgive them as time went by? She didn't know but all she did know was that what was done was done, and there was nothing she could do to fix anything now. Sometimes she wondered if she could patch this situation up but, whenever her mom tried in the past, she would never pick up the phone or refuse to talk to her. What was she going to do now, Phone and ask her mom to forgive and forget ten years later? Sometimes she blamed herself for not keeping in touch with Derek because she could have, but chose not to. That day when she left she was so angry inside that she wanted to forget everything, including Derek.

Casey could not see because her eyes were blurry with tears. She carried her suitcase down the stairs and opened the door.

"Casey wait!" Derek yelled from behind her. As Casey turned around she saw Lizzie, Edwin, Marti and Derek standing there. The kids were staring down at the floor but Derek moved towards her and took her hand "We can fix this, don't go, I'll go pack...we could get out of here together."

"Derek, things are already bad enough" she sobbed, "you stay and live your life and forget about me, I need to get away from here and if I don't listen to my mom and George now, they might send you somewhere too. You should be happy...just forget about me please."

"Casey your acting irrationally!" Derek screamed but Casey just ignored him.

She bent down and hugged Marti who was still in her pajamas. "Don't leave Casey please, I promise I will stop using your make up for potions! I promise!"

Next, Casey hugged Edwin and Lizzie who were still standing there with their eyes downcast when she heard the horn of her taxi.

" I guess mom and George aren't going to come down to say goodbye." she whispered. She then quickly hugged Derek tightly, kissed him on the cheek and picked up her suitcase. Casey ran without looking back because she knew that if she did, she might change her mind.

She jumped into the taxi with her small suitcase and left. She saw Derek running after the taxi and screaming her name but what she didn't see was her mom crying and running to the door of the house to stop her daughter from leaving.

Her mom tried to contact Casey after that but Casey refused to talk to her. Norah tried to come and visit her daughter but whenever she made an effort to come, Casey would find out before and run away not even telling her cousin Vicky where she was going and she would return weeks after Norah had left. After a while Norah stopped trying and Casey regretted not trying.

All of a sudden the loud blaring music started again taking Casey out of her thoughts. She looked at the oven to see what the time was and realized it was 7:00 pm. She had been emptying boxes and organizing for over twelve hours. She was tired and impatient and didn't have the energy to listen to the horrible music coming from upstairs anymore. Casey grabbed the broom she had yet to find a place for and hit the ceiling. The person upstairs hit the floor hard and turned the music up louder. There was no way this was going to end unless Casey went up there herself.

Casey grabbed her keys locked her door and went out the emergency exit. She stomped up the steps and thought of all the ways she could ask the person to turn down the volume of their music without making anyone mad but getting her point across. As she stepped on the 16th floor she noticed the music was double as loud here as it was downstairs. "How do these people stand this racket" She thought.

She knocked on the door "Excuse me, could you please turn down the music? Excuse me?" Nobody answered or opened the door. "Excuse me, could you" Casey was cut off when the door opened and a very familiar face stood at the door. She could recognize that face anywhere, it was the face she left behind and tried to forget years ago, it was the face of the one, the only, Derek Venturi.