RJ and Heather walked back to the log side by side. Everyone is up now, waiting for the two. Ozzie is the first to see them, and he separates from the group to hug his daughter.

"Oh, Heather!" He says as he lifts her in his arms.

"Hi, dad." She says with a smile and blushing cheeks.

"Where'd you go to, we were so worried." Ozzie said.

There was a pause. RJ spoke up. "We decided to watch the sunrise together. The best view's from on top of the trees." RJ scratched the back of his head. "Sorry that we worried you, Oz."

"Oh, think nothing of it. But could you please tell me next time before you go out?" Ozzie said.

"Sure dad" Heather said with a nervous giggle. Ozzie goes back to the log as RJ begins to follow. Heather stops him. He turns around to look at her as she begins to speak. "Thanks for not ratting me out to my dad." She says bashfully. "It means a lot."

"Oh, yeah, sure no problem." RJ says nonchalantly. "What he doesn't know can't hurt him."

"Yeah, thanks." Heather says. "I, uh… I also want to thank you for what you did back there. You were right; I was a little out of my mind." She turns her head as her cheeks go red again.

"No problem, kiddo." He says. "What'd you do with all the stuff you used?"

"I threw the rope away and stuck the pencil in the food pile."

"What about the note?" RJ asks.

Heather opens her hand, where a crumbled up piece of paper lies. "I thought I could keep it. Ya know, to remind me of this if I ever feel that way again." She smiled. "That even when I felt like I was good for nothing and a waste of life, you were right there for me, helping me through it." She unwrinkled it and looked at it. "Like always, you didn't give up on me…Thank you so much RJ."

"It's no problem, Heather." He said. "You want me to put that in my bag?"

"Yes please." Heather said as RJ goes to get his bag. As he goes to get it she can't help herself but to look at it one more time. It reads:

"Dear family,

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for all the harm that I've caused. I know that this suicide will seem like a greedy act of betrayal to fit in line with everything else that I've done, but please understand. I don't want to cause anymore harm than I already have. I've been making all of you worry about me; and that's been creating tensions that never would've been if I hadn't caused them.

If I could take back all that I've done, I would. If I could take back anything that I said, I would; but I can't. The only thing I can do is keep it from ever happening again.

Heather"

RJ came back with his bag. "Alright, just stick it in there wherever you want."

Heather glanced at the note one more time before putting it in RJ's bag. She watches as he takes it back to the log. She notices Penny approaching.

"Hello, dear" She said in her usual traditional mother voice. "How are you?"

"I'm good Penny," She smiles. "In fact, never better…" she catches a glimpse of RJ playing with the children, an obvious longing in her eyes.

Penny notices. "Heather, is something wrong?"

Heather shoots back into reality. "No." She says with that 'are you kidding' tone in her voice.

"Well alright then." Penny looks to her husband, then back to Heather. "I'd better get back to breakfast." she smiles sweetly. "Growing boys, you know?" she starts off.

"Oh, Penny," Heather calls as Penny turns. "You look like you could use a hand. Could I help?" She grins sheepishly.

"Sure, Heather." Penny says. They go off to make the eggs and French toast.

Heather turns back to RJ again. One day, she smiles. One day.