Jean sat on her couch folding laundry in her new two-bedroom apartment in town. After she put all the clothes away, she would have a few more hours to herself before Todd got home from school. And then more spare time while he was outside hanging out with his friends and playing video games until dinner. She knew that he was starting to go crazy living with just her when his whole life he'd had all the people and horses at Raintree to hang out with. "This place is too small!" he always told her. Compared to the house they used to live in, that was definitely true. The piles of unpacked boxes did not help with the fact. Jean and Todd had yet to finish sorting through what stuff they actually wanted to have in the apartment with them and what they wanted to box up and store in Matt's empty bunkhouse. Aside from that building, all of Raintree was being leased out.

Tap tap, there was a knock on the front door. Jean stood up slowly as she wondered who the heck it could be. Nobody ever came over to the apartment to visit. Aside from a few very close friends, Jean hadn't given people their new address. Before they even moved out of Raintree, she had gotten sick of all the people coming buy to tell her they were sorry and that they didn't know what to say. What could there possibly be to say? She had tried to keep Kris and Matt apart, and in doing so, she had lost both of them forever.

"Who is it?" asked Jean sharply.

"It's Junior and Gillian," said Junior. "We just wanted to say hi."

But she was already opening the door. "Hey you guys. I didn't even know you were back!"

"Just since yesterday," said Gillian. "We brought you something from Paris." She pulled a tiny perfume bottle out of her purse and handed it to Jean.

"Aw, thank you," said Jean. "That was very thoughtful of you. I think I'll wear it the next time I go to visit Matt."

"And you could wear it to the race on Saturday," Junior suggested.

"Race?" said Jean. "What race?"

"You know, Wildfire versus Ishmael," said Junior. "Well, and a bunch of other horses, but they never matter, right?"

"Oh yeah," said Jean. "Pablo mentioned that he was entering him in that. You'll have to let me know how it goes. Unless they show it on TV."

"You didn't even know Wildfire was racing?" said Junior. "Did you sell your half of him back to Pablo, or do you just never get out of the house?"

"Junior…" hissed Gillian.

"It's okay," said Jean. "He's right. I really don't get out that much anymore since I moved out of Raintree. I only leave the apartment on Sundays when I go to the hospital to visit Matt. I do still own half of Wildfire, but I haven't seen him since…you know…so Pablo's been calling all the shots."

"Oh," said Junior. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," said Jean. "So, tell me about what you two have been doing?"

"Living life to it's fullest," said Junior.

"Definitely," said Gillian. "You wouldn't believe all that we've seen in the past four months."

"Did you see Kris by any chance?" said Jean.

Both Junior and Gillian looked confused. "No," said Junior. "What would SHE be doing in Europe?"

"I don't know," said Jean. "Sorry, I just had to ask if you'd seen her."

"We haven't," Gillian assured her. "Sorry."

"It's okay," said Jean. "I just keep wondering if...never mind, it's silly. Thank you so much for stopping by. And good luck at the race on Saturday."

"Thanks," said Junior. "Same to you."

As he and Gillian walked out the door, Junior started to think back to all the times that he hung out with Matt and Kris back at Raintree. Watching TV in the livingroom together eating tubs of ice cream. The wild party they'd thrown while Jean and Pablo and the others were out of town. Riding out to look for the missing horses with Dani.

"You know what?" said Junior. "After the race, let's go look for Kris and Dani."

"You really want to do that?" said Gillian. "Why? Wouldn't they have come back by now if they wanted to?"

"Not necessarily," said Junior. "Kris probably still feels guilty about what happened and, well, you know Dani. And even if they don't come back, I just really want to know what happened to them. Will you come with me?"

"Sure," said Gillian.

"Thanks," said Junior. "I knew I could count on you." He planted a quick kiss on her forehead. Both of them smiled. Nothing had ever felt this natural to them before.