Kelly reached into the back of the closet to pull the last of the boxes from the shelf.

"Come on Aunt Dorian," she sighed, shaking her head with a smile. "It's past time. There's really nothing left for me here." She paused, preparing herself for the Cramer family pep talk that was sure to come.

"No…No…It's done. It's decided. I'm sorry. I just want to get back to London. Kevin says there's a place for me at BE, I can be closer to Zane, it's all going to work out…everything will work out the way it was supposed to."

Sitting the phone on the bed for a moment, she listened to the sound of her Aunt's voice as it echoed from the receiver. For a moment she regretted answering the phone.

"Listen Aunt Dorian," she said into the phone as she picked it up again. "I've really got to go. I've got to get these boxes packed. The movers will be here soon to help with some of the boxes and I've got lots more to do." Throwing a few more pairs of shoes in the box, she nodded, "I will…I'll call you, I promise." With the press of the button, she turned off the phone, placing it back on the base.

"It is time," she said quietly, closing up the last of the boxes. "This will be good."

"Thank you," she called, waving to the movers as they pulled away from the house. She stepped back into the house, closing the door behind her. Now all she had left to pack was a suitcase with some clothes, toiletries, and jewelry.

As she stepped back into the room and opened the suitcase, she began to stack the already folded clothing into the bag. She'd always had nice clothes and beautiful things to surround her, but now as she loaded the last of her belongings into the suitcase, she realized just how little the things really meant to her. She'd give it all up…every bit of it…to have someone to share it with.

Her hand fell on the cold leather of the jacket. Within minutes memories flooded her mind. She could see him, standing in front of her, still feel his strong around her, still hear his soft, gentle voice call her name. Joey was, and probably always would be, the only man she'd ever move across country to get to-or away from.

Joey brought the bottle to his lips, closing his eyes as the cool liquid slid down his throat. He glanced down at his watch. 9:30…Especially pathetic since he hadn't even picked the woman up until 7. It was a disaster. He'd tried to make conversation, but they had nothing in common. He'd tried cracking jokes, but she didn't laugh. He'd even tried being comfortable with the silence, but somehow it grew more and more awkward and eventually he admitted defeated and offered to drive her home. The fact that she accepted so readily confirmed without a shadow of a doubt that his love life was a disaster.

"Four cold ones," a voice boomed from beside him.

Joey glanced over, nodding at the men as they slumped onto the bar stools.

"Sorry," the man mumbled. "It's just been a hell of a day. We moved this woman today who had more stuff than any one person has a right to…it's those rich folks…you know." He glanced down at the watch on Joey's wrist, realizing immediately that Joey was one of those rich folks. "Sorry," he mumbled again, "No disrespect."

"None taken," he said, waving his hand at him. "I've had a hell of a day too. Tell you what, drinks are on me tonight."

"Thanks guy," he said, "You ever need anything moved, you give us a call," he smiled.

"I'll keep that in mind," he sighed.

"Did you see this?" the guy at the end of the bar asked, "That Cramer chick gave us a hell of a tip."

Joey froze, "Did you say Cramer?"

"Yeah," he said looking back over at him. "Cramer….the first name was Kelly I think." One look at Joey's face and it was obvious the name meant something to him. "You uh…You know her?"

"I used to," he said sadly, bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a long gulp. "So, where's she moving this time? Back to the Palace?"

"No…across the pond. London I think she said."

Reaching into his pocket, Joey grabbed for cash, slamming it down on the bar. Moving across town was one thing, but this…this meant Kelly was moving on—once and for all.

Nights like this always made her want to cry. The sky was clear and bright and the stars seemed endless. She didn't come up here as much as she used to, but it seemed only fitting that she come here tonight. One last visit…One last goodbye. She pulled the leather jacket around her tighter, the cold wind nipping at her face as she stood, staring up at the moon.

Carefully studying the constellations, she found it, the star—her star—the one Joey had bought just for her. So many times over the years, they'd stood there on that roof, staring up at the stars together, and tonight as she stood there, she could still remember all of them just like they'd happened yesterday.

It was almost like she hear him now—calling her name.

"Kel," Joey called out again. Somehow he'd known exactly where to come tonight…they were connected—they always had been.

She turned, her eyes shining in the moonlight. "Joey," she whispered. "What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you. I heard you were moving…I need to see you."

"Why," she managed, taking a step towards him, her voice shaking a bit. The sight of him still got to her. It brought back memories, thoughts, feelings…. "Did you come here to say goodbye?"

This time he was the one to move forward. He now stood so close to her that she could feel the warmth of his body.

"Is that what you want? To say goodbye?" He looked at her. His mind ran through all the times in the past when he'd stared into her eyes. Of all the times they'd talked, all the fights they'd had, all the laughs they shared, somehow tonight—this moment—felt different. It was as if everything that meant anything hinged on this very second.

"I was going to call you," she whispered, "Before I…."

"A phone call?" His voice shook. "That's what I was going to get? A phone call?"

"I just…I thought it would be best…easier." She looked away for a moment. His eyes on her felt heavy, as if he could somehow see through her, into her mind and her heart.

"Easier," he repeated, a question lingering in his voice. "You didn't want to see me? You didn't want to say goodbye to me in person. You don't think I deserved that? You don't think we deserved that?"

"I didn't think I could," she said quietly, finally managing to look into his eyes again. "If I tried to say goodbye to you, I was afraid I wouldn't go."

The silence settled over the two of them for a moment. Joey noticed, for the first time, that she was wearing the jacket, his jacket—the one she'd ruined all those years ago.

"You kept it?" He reached out, touching the collar of the jacket, allowing his fingers to brush against her neck as he pulled his hand away. "I can't believe you kept it," he said again.

"I've kept everything," she said quietly. "It helps me remember."

"I don't need any help," he whispered, reaching out and taking her hand. "I remember everything…every date, every kiss, every moment…everything."

"Me too," she whispered, the warmth of his hand around hers now sending a sensation throughout her entire body, "I just…I don't want to remember this as the way it ends."

"Then don't," he whispered, pulling her close to him and wrapping his around her. "Forget about the past…and focus on right now…this moment…a new beginning."

"But I'm leaving…for London in a few hours." She looked up at him, impressed by her ability to form words with his arms around her.

"Not without me you're not," he whispered.

She could have argued with him. She could have told him why it didn't make sense. She could have listed a million reasons that it wouldn't work out—because it hadn't so many times before, but for some reason, tonight she didn't do anything of those things. Tonight she simply stood there, wrapped up in the moment and in his arms. It really was a new beginning.