Before you read this chapter, I am requiring you to asy the following word out loud: Foodhiranzooha.

Food. Hi. Ran. Zoo. Ha.

Say it.

Emma was jumping around in anticipation. It was her birthday today, and she had only a few minutes to pack for her all-day Boston trip.

She decided not to bring much: just clothes, the money that Amy tucked into her bag when she thought Emma wasn't looking, and her cel phone.

Then, from said cell phone, a loud ringing noise emitted.

"Hello?"

"Em!" It was Anna Tyson, her best friend.

"Are you ready yet, slowpoke?" Emma teased.

"I've been waiting for you for about five minutes! I'm in the front." Anna replied.

"Oh..." Emma muttered. "Well, I'm on my way out." she said, and pressed the 'End' button.

From there, she continued downstairs to the kitchen, where she got the bagel that had been waiting for her.

"Em? Anna outside yet?" It was Amy, her adoptive mother.

"Yeah." Emma replied, then stepped forward and hugged Amy.

"Love you, Mom." she said. "I'll call you when I get there, okay?" she added and stepped outside.

Amy nodded. "Bye, Emma! Have fun!" she called before Emma closed the door.

Emma had a driver's permit, but Anna had a license, so she'd driven over to Emma's in the birthday car she'd been given. Emma pulled open the passenger door, and called shotgun. Anna rolled her eyes.

"Did you have a choice?" she asked.

"Yeah." Emma replied. "I could've sat with your suitcase and my BACKPACK in the backseat."

Anna grinned sheepishly. "I only took the essentials!" she protested.

"Anna, it's a day-long trip to Boston." Emma pointed out.

"Fine!" Anna slumped in her seat. "You win."

Emma laughed. "Can we go now?" she asked.

"Yeah." came the answer.

Peter was frantically dashing around the rooms in his house, trying to straighten up everything before Emma got there. Ella did her best to help, but Peter wouldn't let her.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Ella hurried over to it and flung it open. Before her stood two girls.

One of them had her blonde hair and eyes that were Peter's blue. "Hi?" the girl said, making it sound more like a question.

Ella grinned at them. "Emma! I'm your cousin Ella. And this is Anna, right?"

Emma nodded. "Hi." Anna murmured. Her red bob suddenly flicked up.

"Ella? Are they here?" Peter called.

"Come on in!" Ella invited, then spun around and answered in the positive.

Emma and Anna took a few steps in. Then a few more, and a few more. Anna remembered to close the front door.

Peter turned the corner and stopped still. A blue-eyed, blonde-haired child stared him in the face.

"E-E-Emma?" Peter stuttered.

The girl nodded. "You're Peter." she said. "My..."

"Dad." Peter finished. "Yeah."

Anna stepped over to her friend and squeezed her hand.

Emma can do this, right? It's just her-

Startled, Emma pulled away her hand. Anna pushed her towards her father, and she staggered and tripped. Peter stepped forwards and caught her, and their hands touched.

Oh my God! She looks just like Olivia d-

Emma broke the contact as quickly as she could. Peter gave her a funny look.

"Emma, are you okay?" he asked. Emma nodded.

Then, suddenly, she remembered something. This was her FATHER. Not some random guy's dad.

Emma reached out and hugged Peter Bishop for the first time since she was a baby.