Later that night, the Phillip's House

Fi was perched on her bed leafing through what looked like a very old and very cumbersome book. Her closet door hung open.

"Hey Fi," Annie said cheerily, entering the room, "What'cha doing?"

"Oh, nothing," Fi said unconvincingly, shutting the book quickly and tossing it behind her.

Annie smirked, leaning over and reading the cover, "Cool a book of spells!"

"No," Fi said sadly, "Not spells, not real ones anyways."

"They look pretty authentic Fi," Annie countered as she picked up the book and gave it a better look.

"Well, they don't work," Fi joked, letting a smile grace her lips she took the book from Annie.

Shoving it on the top shelf of her closet she shut the door.

"Are the Bell's here yet?" Fi asked, changing the subject.

Annie sat and looked at her friend a few moments before answering, she considered herself pretty good at picking out odd behavior, especially when it came to super natural stuff. And her friend had been way to cautious in shoving that book onto the shelf if it really was just a junk book.

"Uh, no,' Annie said, trying to mask her suspicion.

She picked up a fashion magazine laying on the nightstand. "Hey I got this weird call from Cary earlier."

Fi fell back on the bed, letting her eyes drift to the ceiling.

Annie continued, "He asked if I was taking my guitar to Peru."

"Why would he care about your guitar?" Fi asked, looking over, generally interested.

"I have no idea." Annie laughed, shrugging and turning the page of the magazine. "Oh, I almost got a pair of those the other day!"

Fi leaned against her arms, now fully engrossed in the magazine Annie held. "Those black ones?"

"Yea."

"Annie," Fi paused, "They're seventy dollars."

"What?" Annie smiled, "Can't a girl spoil her self once in a while?'

Fi smiled, she'd missed home. She'd missed the people, the music; she even missed the things she wasn't supposed to think about any more. Fi absentmindedly began twisting the blank band around her finger.

"Hey," Annie said, noticing the strange mood that was starting to set in the room, "Forget being quiet, the last thing I want on my second to last night here is to start thinking about things. Because then I start to miss things, or think about what I'm going to miss when I'm gone. Which is totally not fun."

"What'd you have in mind?" Fi asked. She was sick of missing things too.

Annie smiled sweetly at Fi, "Singing?"

Fi sighed, sitting up and facing her friend, "Annie, you know I'm no good."

"No" Annie said shaking her head insistently, "actually I don't. C'mon Fi we've never sang together."

"I don't know." Fi said shifting self-consciously.

Annie got up, moving to the corner where her over sized black suitcase sat. Next to that, resting peacefully in the corner was her guitar, she picked it up and brought it to the bed.

"We can play one of your mom's songs, since we both know them. Please Fi." Annie asked in the sweetest most desperate voice she could muster.

Fi sighed, again, "Ok."

Fi got up, retrieving her guitar and after a few moments of tuning from both girls they were ready to play.

Annie began, her voice floating through the air softly. Fi harmonized. Annie was effectively shocked by her friend's vocal ability. Molly had never told her Fi could sing and Fi had never mentioned it. Jack had said she couldn't very well, but that was probably because he was her brother. Fi also could have really practiced when she was away. Annie shrugged, struck the next cord and continued to sing. Wherever Fi learned, she was really good now.

Dinner, that same night

"That was way good Mrs. P." Clu said leaning back in his chair, rubbing his stomach to emphasize his point.

"Yea, it was really good mom." Jack says, standing up to help her clear the table.

"Oh," Irene stopped him, taking the dishes from his hands, "Why don't you and the others go and hang out, your mom and I have to talk."

"Getting out of chores?" Fi asked surprised, a smile stretched across her face, "No way, things really have changed around here."

Molly looked reluctantly over at Irene.

"It's just this one time." Irene warned, "Don't get used to it."

Chairs were pushed back lazily as everyone around the table stretched their legs. That night's dinner had been particularly long, hearing stories from Fi and Clu and telling adventures from the recording studio.

"Hey we should go sing some more." Annie said, nudging Fi with her elbow.

Fi's eyes grew twice their size.

"Wait, Fi's been singing?" Jack asked sardonically.

"I didn't know you sang." Molly said, interested in the topic, and trying to postpone Irene's conversation as long as possible.

"It's not a big deal." Fi shrugged bashfully looking at her feet.

"When did this happen?" Cary pressed.

Fi began to twist her ring, Jack and Clu noticed, frowning at one another.

"I," Fi paused, as if about to release one of her most guarded secrets to the crowd, "Was in a few musicals with Aunt Melinda. Nothing major, just to spend time with her and around the set."

"Musicals?" Molly asked surprised.

"Wow," Jack teased, "My sister's a theater geek!"

"Jack!" Fi playfully smacked him as he skidded past her and out of the kitchen. Annie and Cary followed.

"Fi," Clu said, wrapping his arm over her shoulders, "It's not that bad, being a theater geek I mean, I still think you're cool."

"Thanks Clu." Fi said sarcastically.

Clu smiled, trying his best not to seem distracted by the plain silver band around her thumb.