A/n: Sorry for the delay in posting, was a tough one to decide what to use in Detty moments so I hope you all think I've chosen wisely. Please read and review.

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Chapter 3

"Daniel Meade?" A female voice asked, "Daniel Meade," it repeated anxiously.

He reopened the door, peaking out into the darkened living room, "Ah, there you are?" Said the small Latina woman with the incredible smile and who was sat on his couch.

"Who are you?" He asked, his eyes wide.

"I'm Rosa Suarez, Betty's mom."

As soon as she stood up and moved closer to him, Daniel could immediately tell that the woman in front of him was indeed Rosa Suarez. From the few photographs that he had seen and Betty's resemblance to her there was no mistaking who she was. "Hello, Mrs Suarez," he said politely.

"Call me Rosa," she answered, her smile as warm and bright as Betty's. It was no wonder that Ignacio had found her irresistible. "I have been entrusted to show you visions of the past. Some of the visions you see tonight are yours and some of them are Betty's but be rest assured that they are simply a guide to a better future for you. When all three shadows have concluded their visit with you it will be you who ultimately chooses your path."

"Ok." He gulped, "what do I have to do?"

"Just take my hand, Daniel," she said, before lifting her hand up to him. He took it, the size and shape not dissimilar to Betty's. "What are you thinking about, Daniel?" Her soothing voice enveloped him, making him feel safe. If only he had felt this growing up, instead of the coldness that he got from his father and the absenteeism of his mother.

"I was just thinking how alike Betty is to you."

"She has grown into a beautiful woman."

"Yes," he muttered, his mind wandering to one of the last times he had seen her in the blue, white and yellow dress that she looked incredible in; the day when he finally signed her release form so that she was able to follow her dreams. The day he should've told her how he was feeling instead of walking away from her and letting her believe that he no longer cared.

"If it's any consolation, there is never a day goes by when Betty doesn't think about you." She smiled at his teary expression. She took a hold of his hands in both of hers. "Come on, there's something I need to show you."

As Rosa closed her eyes, Daniel's living room quickly faded to be replaced by his bedroom in the mansion. He looked around the walls and the cupboards; by the looks of things he couldn't have been very old, stuffed toys filled the bed, large hardback colourful books filled his shelves, green trees, tigers, elephants and other animals were painted as a life size mural over the walls and tiny slippers sat by the bed. If he had to hazard a guess he'd say this room was from when he was around four or five.

The door suddenly swung open and his younger self hurried forward in front of the nanny, climbing up into the bed and settling himself under the covers.

"What do you want me to read to you tonight?" His nanny asked him, her smile kind.

"Where the wild things are," he clapped, "please."

"I thought as much, you love that book don't you?"

"Yes." He laughed, "it's my favourite."

His nanny picked up the book, whilst Daniel got himself comfortable in his bed, lying back on his pillows as she took a seat next to him so that he could see the pictures. She turned the pages and began to read.

"Do you remember this?" Rosa asked.

"Vaguely," Daniel answered, "I remember the story, I loved that story. I used to get nanny Emma to read it every night for me because I loved it so much."

"You were four on this particular night." Rosa said, "why did you like that book so much?"

Daniel smiled, "it would take me off to a faraway place, away from the troubles at home, away from mom's drinking and dad's screwing around." He looked over to Rosa, "I'm sorry, what I meant was dad never loved me, he spent his time with Alex or whichever particular flavour of the month he was sleeping with at the time." He watched Rosa cross herself. "I guess I just wanted to escape."

"Your father did love you, very much. He told Betty on his death bed to take care of you, that she was the only one that could keep you on your path, that you would be lost without her."

"He was right."

Rosa placed a comforting hand on his arm, "shall we see what happens next?" Daniel nodded as the bedroom door cranked open and his father stood in the doorway.

"Daddy," Daniel jumped up in his bed as Bradford crossed the room and took his son into a hug.

Bradford sat on the edge of the bed, the cue for the nanny to leave the room. He sat Daniel in his lap, brushing his hair from out of his eyes. "I hope you've been good for your mom today?"

Daniel nodded, "yes, sir."

"And have you told her you love her?"

"Yes, this morning when she was having breakfast."

"You're a good boy." He held him close, kissing the top of his head. "Do you want me to finish the story?" The little boy nodded, before sliding out of his father's lap and taking his place back in his bed. Bradford took a seat by his son where the nanny had previously vacated. He pulled Daniel to him so that his son's head was resting against his chest, "now where did you get to?"

"Not very far," Daniel grinned up to his father.

"I suppose we best start from the beginning again then." Bradford opened the book at the start and began to read, Daniel following the pictures and making roaring noises along with his dad.

Daniel looked to Rosa, "I look happy." He shook his head, unable to believe the scene that was unfolding before him. "Dad loved me once."

"Yes," Rosa agreed, "he never had to worry about you."

"Why?"

"Because even though your father had to spend his time with Alex, raising your brother to run the business; he always felt that you knew he had to coach Alex and for that reason you accepted his time away from you. You were always so forgiving of the situation when you were younger, like on this night here. At that age you were also very forgiving of your mother." Rosa held out her hand for Daniel to take, in a moment they were stood watching the events leading up to Claire falling over the Christmas tree. As she landed on the floor, little Daniel rushed to his mother's aid, his little hand removing his handkerchief from his pants pocket and holding it tightly against the cut on Claire's head.

"I love my mother very much, it's been hard watching her sink herself into a bottle over the years in order to quash the pain of my father's numerous and blatant affairs. That was one of the reasons why I hated him. As I grew older I guess I figured he despised me, because he hardly spent any time with me and to hurt mum like that."

"Do you think that's why you became a … himbo? Wasting your trust money on drink and women so that he couldn't ignore you anymore?"

"I think so, Rosa. But Betty helped me see past that, helped me understand that I could actually become someone that my father would be proud of."

"Like the day he was laid to rest?"

Daniel thought back, not only had they buried his father that day but the magazine had almost been lost. Rosa closed her eyes once again and they were in the conference room. Only he and Betty remained after Daniel had shown everyone the new cover that he had dedicated to his father. "Your father told Betty that he was very proud of you for stepping up and creating that cover."

"It was inspired by your daughter."

Rosa smiled, "but do you remember what you said to her?" He shook his head as the visions played before them. He heard himself say …

"… well it was your whole blank slate thing that gave me the idea. Thank you, very much." He watched as she went over to the table, picking up garbage and putting it on the tray, "you know Betty, you're really good at this." He moved to stand by her side, "are you sure you don't wanna come back?"

"I can't," Betty said, tears forming in her eyes, "my mother would never approve of the person I was becoming here, all this changing."

He leant across, his hand on her arm in order to get her to look at him, "hey, you're growing up. It doesn't matter what you do for a living, you're always going to have tough choices to make Betty." He smiled, "I really think you can stay here and still be the person you wanna be. Someone your mother would be so proud of." Taking in her demeanour he asked, "you're not going to start crying again are you?"

"No," she said, her voice cracking as she shook her head. "Yes," she admitted as they both chuckled.

Rosa's hand crept up to Daniel's arm, "thank you."

"What for, Rosa?" Daniel asked, a lump forming in his throat.

"For making my baby girl understand that she would always have tough decisions to make, no matter how she decided to live her life."

"You taught her some very valuable lessons too, they rubbed off on me. I should be thanking you."

"No, I made her too honest, she needed to understand that sometimes you have to take risks and break rules to get what you want. I'm no saint, Daniel. I ran away from my husband in Mexico to be with my lover, Betty's father. We thought my husband was dead, if I'd known he was still alive I couldn't have married Ignacio. We have committed a mortal sin."

Daniel could see where she was going with this. "All Betty and I did was teach each other how to cope with our lot in life and what to do to make it better."

Rosa nodded, he understood. "We need to skip back a bit," she took his hand and closed her eyes. Next thing he knew they were standing in the Suarez's living room.

He saw himself stood in front of the Christmas tree that he'd ordered for the family, Hilda's ornament in his hand. He chuckled.

"Something funny?" Rosa asked.

"I just remember buying the tree because I'd thrown up in four rooms of the house and because everyone was so nice to me."

"Hmm, Sofia was a piece of work." Rosa commented, watching his smile fade.

"She was," he answered.

He looked up as he heard Hilda ask him if his family had never had any trees. His other self answered …

"Yeah, we had amazing trees. Electric trains running underneath, Waterford icicles. You name it. Just we weren't allowed to touch anything."

Rosa shook her head, "Christmas is a time for family to spend time together and put up the decorations, I'm sorry yours never seemed to be like that."

"It's fine, it's what you get used to I suppose."

"You know, Ignacio was right. You were marvellous dealing with the tension between Santos and Justin; you will make a great father someday. I think the day you spent with my family only helped to strengthen your resolve in order to make sure that your own family's Christmases would be like ours and not like the ones you had growing up. When you have a family …"

He cut her off, "If I have a family. I can't see that happening for me."

"It will, I'm sure of it. You have too much love to give and your heart is too big."

"Thank you, Rosa." He looked across to her, the kindness he saw in her eyes reminded him of her daughter. He smiled.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes," he said eventually, "I just wish I'd told your daughter how I felt about her years ago."

"Daniel, everything happens for a reason. You both had some growing up to do." She took his hand, "let's take a look at Christmas that same year." He nodded as the Suarez living room faded and he caught sight of Betty and himself in his office at the Christmas Party. He had just given Betty the gift of the Tiffany's cardholder with a batch of recently printed business cards for Betty's new position at MYW. For someone that had only been in his life for a matter of months the hugging pair were both especially upset. He remembered that he'd just told her that she was destined for bigger things than being his assistant but it still hurt. Rosa held out a handkerchief.

"I lost a part of myself that night."

"But you got it back when Betty found out about Hunter, and when Sofia did that unforgivable thing to you on national television. Do you remember what you said to Sofia that night, the message you left on her voicemail?"

"Some of it," it played out in front of him.

"… you do take my breath away. You make my heart beat faster. You make my palms … sweat. But that doesn't mean I don't love you. It means I do. Sometimes your heart knows things your mind can't explain but my heart doesn't race for anyone else …"

"Did you ever feel this way again?"

"Yes," he looked at Rosa briefly before looking away again, "but I think you know that."

"And yet you found it so easy to tell Sofia all of these things."

"Betty deserved something better, someone else."

"Is that what you keep telling yourself? And what about Betty, did you ever stop to think about what she wants? Listen to your heart Daniel, it will tell you what she is feeling. What does your heart tell you?"

"I don't know," he screamed in frustration, "I never knew."

"You did Daniel, you just chose to ignore it. The day you signed her release you knew it then."

"Alright," he shouted. "I knew it, and if I'd had the guts to tell her…"

"Only tell her?" Rosa prompted, as she smiled once more.

"Ok, I was ready to take her in my arms and kiss her."

"So, why didn't you."

"Because it wasn't fair to do that, I was trying to do the right thing. I let her go with a free mind not one confused by my feelings for her." He closed his eyes, "I'm an idiot."

"No, Daniel, you're not. I understand what you were doing. She was still growing up, you were way ahead of her. You didn't want to push her into something that would ultimately present her with a choice that could still potentially take her away from you. So you tried to let her go so that you both could be spared the pain. You kept the pain to yourself."

He nodded, "yes, that's exactly why I did it." He whispered.

"You poor boy." Rosa sympathised, her arms enveloping him in an all too familiar embrace. "So capable of giving your heart away but too bruised to show the only woman he trusted with it, everything she meant to him." As the room faded out Rosa said, "she has shown you so many times that you can trust her, especially since Molly's passing."

He saw himself sat on the Townhouse steps, Betty rushing to the distraught figure of the man that he had become after returning home and finding Molly's body being taken away. She'd stayed with him all night, hugging him, soothing his breaking heart with her kind words, mopping up the tears as he sobbed. She lay with him on the bed, her arm around him, comforting him as his exhausted body slept. "She was so kind to me."

"She has a big heart too; she couldn't see you hurting so much without giving you every comfort. She did the same for her sister when Santos was killed."

"I never felt so alone, sitting on those steps, my life in tatters. Until she came to me, Rosa. And although my heart was breaking for Molly, as soon as she took me into her arms I knew I was going to be ok because my best friend was there for me."

They were suddenly inside the apartment just days after Daniel had come back from Tibet. He was angry, having just placed the pot plant he was about to throw onto the glass surface of the dining table. Betty's worried face had been enough for him to calm himself momentarily before she'd weighed up the options on who could spend some time with him. In the end she'd taken her phone over to the other side of the room and rung Matt.

Having never been a party to Betty's conversation it had surprised him that she had been so determined to stay, as he'd pointed out he couldn't ask her to do it but she'd once again gone against everything that was happening at work in order to help out her friend. He knew that she'd had it tough since she'd started in her new job as a features editor and the dejected look that she had on her face before plastering on that smile and turning to mourning Daniel nearly broke his heart. But she'd stayed with him all night, doing what she could for the UN shoot from the comfort of his living room as she gave Daniel the companionship that he so sorely needed.

His anger had culminated the following day when he'd heard Matt accusing Betty of sleeping with him. Not that he minded that of course, to be in a position to be that close to her was only something he could dream about, but Matt had had no right to say those things to Betty and he had the right to defend her. The room faded into the UN shoot, everything was falling apart, Matt was on the ground, the two Eastern European models were still fighting, the designer had walked off the set and Betty was freaking out. It had taken Wilhelmina to bring everything back down to earth. "You were so angry." Rosa said.

"I was. Not only for losing my wife but also for the hard time Betty was getting. I hated myself for it too though. It took me a long time to calm down, especially after my He-Man speech."

"It was honourable what you did."

"But Betty didn't like it. It was totally alpha male, I was seizing my territory and Betty along with it. I'd been so conscious of trying not to brandish Betty as 'Daniel's girl' that in the end I just made matters worse. I was looking out for her but managed to step way over the line, even if it was unconsciously done."

"Like at this moment?" Rosa asked, as he and Betty were seen leaning on the railings of the overpass.

"Listen, I think you might have made a mistake," Daniel began.

"What do you mean?" Betty asked.

"You decided to help me instead of doing your job, you're not my assistant anymore." He looked over to her, "things are changing, for both of us. We have to accept that." He was stern. She looked away from him, he noticed the fear behind her eyes.

"But what if I don't want them to change," she asked, her voice more like a whining teenager than the grown up Betty he had come to know and understand.

Daniel didn't understand her question, "why don't you want them to change? They could get better."

She looked away again, "I guess." She managed, "I just don't wanna lose who I am."

"Listen to me, you're not the same person that I met three years ago," he looked into her eyes, "Betty, you've already changed but you're still you."

She was uncomfortable with his words, he could tell, "so, how does this work now? You and me?"

Did he really have to spell it out for her? Couldn't she tell? He raised his eyebrows, "we're not boss and assistant anymore."

She shook her head, a somewhat glum expression on her face, "nope!"

His face brightened a little, "we're friends."

She smiled, her eyes lighting up, "friends." His smile widened as he took in her happier demeanour before she turned and leant against the railings. He turned to stand next to her, his arm resting along the back of her shoulders.

"You unconsciously opened the door for something else to happen." Rosa said.

"Maybe," Daniel shrugged, "it was a completely innocent act at the time."

"But you couldn't let her go, so you defined it as friendship."

"It was friendship." He snapped. "I wasn't ready for anything more at that point. I was still grieving. I just needed to be her friend like she was mine."

"Like taking her advice on the support group?" Rosa asked, as she watched him nod his head. "Or when you encouraged her with her work after the 'ten worst jobs in New York' shoot?"

"Exactly. It wasn't important how she got the job, just how she did it."

"So how would you have dealt with this, had you known about it? Especially after Matt left." They were now stood in the Suarez's bathroom.

"Ugh," Hilda mumbled as she riffled through the bin picking out the first Be-Shure stick, "negative, this one is negative." She grinned.

Betty screamed, "thank God," she said as she delved into the bin herself to pull out the other test stick. "And positive," she shook her head, her forehead creased in concern. "Oh God, I hope it's not me."

Daniel's eyes widened, he shot a look at Rosa. "Betty thought she was pregnant?"

Rosa nodded, "there had been several incidents that morning that suggested she may have been." Rosa said, "she didn't have breakfast because she wasn't feeling well, Matt had told her she was glowing, she ate your Bagel and a gentleman had offered her his seat at the bus stop telling her that she shouldn't be standing in her condition."

"Well, I did wonder why she hadn't been feeling well." He looked back to Betty waving the positive stick around in the air. "If only …" He stopped himself, there was no point in thinking how wonderful it would be to find out she was pregnant with his baby.

"What?" Rosa asked, kindly. She watched him shake his head. "She wonders about that too. About having a family. With you."

"How do you know?"

"I'm her mother, Daniel, I keep an eye on her every day. Watch what's she doing, see what she's thinking about. You are never very far away from her thoughts." It made sense, "now watch."

"So you're saying you want it to be me," Hilda threw her stick back into the trash.

"No, I mean, it's going to be so much easier for you to tell Archie than for me to tell Matt."

Hilda crossed her arms over her chest, "not ... really."

"What do you mean?" Hilda brought her hands together in front of her face, "Hilda? What are you saying?"

"Exactly what you're thinking." Betty's eyes were wide, her eyebrows raised. "Oh my God." Hilda covered her face.

"It's not Archie's?" Betty asked incredulously.

"Well …"

"Well, who else would it be?"

Hilda was just about to tell Betty when Matt burst into the room, "Sorry, sorry, wasn't …" He stopped short looking at the stick in Betty's hand. "Oh my God, are you pregnant?"

"Well, that's just typical of a Hartley." Daniel shouted, knowing all too well what the Hartley men were capable of, his mother's experiences with the elder Hartley were bad enough to try to stomach let alone any that Betty had experienced with Matt. "He doesn't deserve to have anything that perfect with Betty."

Rosa put a hand on his arm. "Would your reaction have been any different?"

"I would've been ecstatic."

"Even at the beginning?"

"Of course, I couldn't think of anything better than starting a family with Betty."

"But you're ready for that. Watch." Rosa turned back to the bathroom.

"Pregnant?" Matt asked in disbelief, "like pregnant, pregnant?"

Hilda was about to say something when Betty cut in, "I don't know, I'm not sure." She was still stood with the stick in one hand, the blue trash can in the other.

"I'm going to leave you two alone," Hilda beat a hasty exit, as Matt closed the door behind her.

"I might not be," she chuckle, "see er, Hilda took a test and I took a test and they got mixed up and we don't know who's is who's," the shock was growing on Matt's face with every word that Betty was quickly saying. "But one of us isn't pregnant and one of us is, we just don't know which."

"Woah," Matt rested his head against the door.

"I didn't mean for this to happen. Things were so good, are so good between us and this is not anything that either one of us should be thinking about. Trust me, I know that!"

"I hope it's us." Matt said suddenly, stepping towards her.

"What?"

"I kinda want it to be us." Betty couldn't take in what he was saying, "I know, I know it isn't something that we planned and it's probably ok, ok definitely, definitely it's not the exact right time but," Betty was shaking her head, her eyes closed to the possibility. Matt was calmer when he spoke again, "a baby, with you, how could that be bad?" He tried a smile.

"Because … just er because." She was freaked out.

"Betty," he took another step towards her, "listen, I'm the guy that can never pick the right thing for my life. Well, maybe, the right thing finally picked me."

"Er …"

"Look Betty, whatever problems we have we can work it out."

"No," she was adamant, "Matt I don't want to work it out, I don't want to have a baby right now. I mean I can't have a baby at all, I can't be pregnant right now."

"Ok, ok, well. Maybe you're not. I'll go and pick us up another test."

"At least he did the honourable thing, I suppose." Daniel hung his head sheepishly.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Matt isn't his father. And until he settles down in his own life then he couldn't be the father that I know you would be. And if the baby had been yours instead of Matt's …"

"What, Rosa?" Daniel asked.

"I don't think Betty would've been so anxious. I think she wondered if Matt would ever face up to his responsibilities, whereas with you she knew that you would, no matter what."

"Thank you." He responded. "So what happened? Obviously Betty wasn't pregnant?"

"No, it was Hilda. She fell pregnant with Bobby's child but she miscarried." His eyebrows knitted, "it was a sad time for them all, but they pulled together as my family only know how to."

Daniel tried to smile, "yes, they really know how to do that. Even with outsiders like me, they just have a knack of pulling you into their world and giving you the same love."

Rosa nodded, grinning from ear to ear. "Exactly. It's what my family do best." She sighed. "Sadly, we don't have much time left but I need you to see a few more moments in the last few months before Betty left. I have a sort of montage for you."

"Ok," Daniel said sceptically, but took a hold of Rosa's hand and was quickly transported to the Blobby Awards. "Oh God, why this point, Rosa?"

"Because you need to see all of the possible moments when you fell in love with my daughter."

"This wasn't it."

Rosa turned to him, "but it could've been."

He watched on as he and Betty ran out of the bookshop and onto the street.

"Phew, that was close. I really thought I was leaving with burrito on my face," he laughed, taking her hand once again and strolling down the side walk to a coffee shop on the corner.

"Oh, and that would've really disfigured you for life." Betty teased, as they found a booth towards the back of the shop. If anyone had come after them, they were sure they'd be left alone.

"Hey, you can't be too careful, plus what would the lasting effects be on my sanity."

"I'm sure you'll cope," she said before ordering a coffee and a cinnamon Danish, "I hope you're buying, Mr Intimidated and Threatened."

He looked up, his hand resting over hers, "I meant everything I said tonight," he said earnestly.

"I know, and you really liked my blog, huh?"

"Yes, it was very good and very inspiring."

"Don't you start?"

"What? Why?" He smirked.

"Well, the last person I inspired, left me." She answered miserably, "you're not going to do that as well are you?"

He smiled, "Betty, I'm not going anywhere." His hand was now on her arm, "not now, not ever."

"That could be construed as a moment, right there," Rosa said.

"I suppose, but that wasn't it." He shook his head.

"Ok, how about this one?"

The coffee shop became the lobby in her old apartment block, he watched Betty kissing Zachary Boule before he confronted her at the foot of the stairs.

"… I finally agreed to an objective profile, now I discover you're dating him," he said sternly.

"In my defence," Betty started, his eyebrows rose as he waited for her to explain, "I have no defence," she looked away.

"I don't even know what to say to you, you could lose your journalism licence."

That had her worried, "oh no, my journalism licence?" She watched him smile, "what?" He snickered. "Daniel?" She hit his shoulder.

"You are so cute when you're mortified."

The scene stopped playing, "this wasn't it either. Although I do remember thinking about how lame I must've sounded. 'You are so cute when you're mortified'? I mean who says that?"

"A man in love, who's trying to make his feelings known without admitting it to himself or actually saying it to the object of his desire, maybe?"

Daniel grinned, shaking his head, "nice try Rosa. I'm not buying that one just yet."

"Ok, so how about this time then."

They were now in the Guggenheim, Daniel was holding the Million Dollar Bra with Betty's braces attached to it. Her dentist was looking at the mess.

"Well the only other choice I have is to remove your braces," Dr Frankel said.

"Now?" Betty asked, "like right now?" She was worried.

"Now." Dr Frankel quantified.

"Like in front of everybody?" Betty was beginning to freak out. She looked up to him, as he smiled her a reassuring smile and put his hand on her shoulder. He didn't have to say anything as she already knew that he would always be there for her, no matter what. "Do it," she said resignedly.

Dr Frankel put on her specs and with wire cutters in hand she began cutting through the fastenings and removing them. Daniel attempted to look at what was happening over the top of Betty's head whilst she winced every time she heard the wire being snapped. As the last wire was cut, Daniel was able to draw the bra away, Betty clearly running her tongue over her now newly naked teeth. Betty smiled her brilliant smile, "they're gone?" She asked her dentist as Daniel moved around the room to face her.

"Gone." Dr Frankel assured her.

She looked up to Daniel, "what? Why are you looking at me like that? Is something wrong?" She asked, terrified that she looked even more of a monster than she had before.

He was stunned, "no it's … Betty you look great," he shook his head and smiled sincerely.

Rosa looked to Daniel, he wasn't saying a word as he just stared at her beautiful, dazzling smile. "I think we have a winner?"

Daniel drew away from the shadow, turning towards Rosa and smiling. "What?"

"The moment, Daniel, when you knew you loved her?"

He nodded slowly, "well a little before actually, when she was lying on the floor and I was worried that she had concussion from her fall, I didn't know what I was going to do if she'd been really hurt but with everything that happened that day and later on when I spoke to Amanda about her seeing Tyler, I just knew. It was that day at the Guggenheim that I realised I was in love with Betty."

"So tell her Daniel. When tonight is over and Christmas Day dawns you get on that phone and you tell her. Promise me?"

"Rosa, what's happening, where are you going?"

"Promise me." Her voice was distant and he could see his living room opening up below him. "Please Daniel?"

"I promise." He shouted out as his feet hit with the carpeted floor, "I promise." He said, his head in his hands as he thought about how much of a coward he had been.

"You made a promise to me to, not so long ago." Daniel turned on the spot, "you promised that you would never ever forget me."

"Molly? What are you doing here?"

"I'm your ghost of Christmas present, Daniel."