"You want to do WHAT!?" Yeah, I had just told Cooper my idea of maybe telling Rosalina about the whole time travel thing.

"Why not, Coop? The idea is not to keep secrets from each other. Well how can I do that when everything I'm doing is a lie?"

"There's a difference between telling her the truth and making her think you're crazy, Nat. Besides, if you explain this to her, you have to tell her that it's because she's dead is your time. How do you think that will go over?"

I shook my head. "Regardless of how it goes over, I have to tell her eventually, Cooper. I won't hide this from her forever."

"At least wait until she's safe. Wait until after the premiere. If you want to tell her then, then I won't stop you." I let out a sigh. Cooper had a point. If I told her now, things could change, and I might not be able to save her. Once I saved her, the time line completely changed, and everything would be up in the air. It wouldn't matter if she knew.

"Alright, I will."

"Thanks, Nat. By the way, I got a call from both Michel and Onita."

"What'd they have to say?" I asked eagerly.

"Well, Michel says that Grégoire has still been trying to make moves on Rosalina, but she's been a lot more adamant about pushing that she has you. Michel said he's even stepped in a couple of times to help get Grégoire away from her."

"At least he's doing something useful this time. I almost feel bad about almost breaking his fingers. Almost."

"You almost broke his fingers!? Nevermind, I don't want to know. Anyways, Onita said that she can't find Kristina anywhere in America. She's made calls to her friends all over the country and no one can find her."

"That's not comforting in the slightest. Wherever she is, though, she'll have to come back."

"That's very true. You will behave yourself, won't you, Nat?"

"No promises, Coop. She's trying to screw with my relationship, with my life. I'm gonna defend it." Cooper sighed, he knew it was useless to argue. There was a knock at the door. Cooper told them to come in. It was Alex and Thomas.

"Cooper, we wanted to talk to you about…Oh hi Nat." Thomas said, only just realizing that I was in the room.

"Hey Thomas. What about me did you want to talk to Cooper about?" I asked. Thomas was about to tell me it wasn't, when Alex shushed him.

"Don't even try, you doughnut hole. I told you not to start anything until we were sure that Cooper was alone in here. Did you listen? NO, YOU DID NOT!"

"Sorry, Alex. How was I supposed to Nat would be in here."

"Will you two please just get to the point? We have some business we need to take care of." Cooper prompted. I waved a hand, signaling that they were welcome to say whatever it was they had been going to say about me. Alex stepped forward.

"Well, being you're here, Nat, I guess we'll include you in this, too. Why have you been acting so weird lately?"

"What do you mean weird?"

"What do you mean what do I mean? Weird. You haven't been as excited about stuff as you should be, you get confused when things that shouldn't confuse you happen. Is there something we should know about?"

"No, Alex, there isn't. If there was, I would have told you."

"Yet you've told Cooper? How is that fair?"

"Alex, Nat hasn't told me anything that he hasn't told you. I did talk to him when you and Rosalina came to me. He told Rosalina exactly what he told me, and what Rosalina probably told you he said. He had just been worried about losing her, and he probably is still a little nervous about it. I mean, she IS still on that ship with Grégoire." Cooper said. Alex just shrugged his shoulders. Thomas, however, wasn't so ready.

"So? That doesn't mean that Nat hasn't lied to us all. It wouldn't be the first time."

"When have I ever lied to you, Thomas?"

"Oh, let's see, every time you denied your feelings for Rosalina."

"Because you would bring it up when she was in the room! What was I supposed to do, look like an idiot and admit that I loved her when she was the first to speak up and say that we were just friends?"

"Yeah! That's why we did it! We wanted you to admit that you loved her, because then she would be able to admit that she loved you. But you kept denying your feelings, no matter how many songs you wrote that were clearly about her."

"I don't have to deal with this." I said, and I stood and stormed out of the office. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving. This was supposed to be a time of year when we were thankful, yet all I felt was misery. The only two things that I could count as being thankful for was the fact that I was getting a second chance with Rosalina and that I'd managed to keep the secret so far. But if Thomas kept asking questions, I didn't know how much longer it would last.

"Nat, wait!" I heard Alex yell after me, and I stopped for him.

"What do you want, Alex?"

"I want to make sure you're ok. I know Thomas isn't making things easier for you, and I can understand if you don't want to tell him, but can you at least tell me?"

"I'll make you a deal, keep Thomas and the rest of the guys from asking questions until after the premiere, and I'll tell all of you why I've been acting so weird. Deal?" I asked, extending a hand. He considered it, and then slapped his hand against mine, grasping it. We both pulled our hands back, stuck out the index and middle fingers, and flicked them downwards while sticking out our tongues and making the farting noise. I hugged him, and he hugged me.

"Oh, and Alex."

"Yes, Nat?"

"Thanks for caring. No matter what I've said, you're a pretty cool little brother."

"I know, just don't let that get out to the public. I've got a rep to maintain." He said, making me laugh.

The next day, the entire band and their families were having Thanksgiving dinner at a couple of picnic tables that we had put together in the park. The band was as good as family to us, so we managed to convince our parents that we should all have one huge dinner. It took some convincing, but the eventually agreed. I was surprised to see Rosalina's dad there, too. He came over to me and told me that he wanted to be there to represent Rosalina, who wouldn't have missed it if she had any way of getting back to land for it. I thanked him, and we all took our seats. The meal was delicious. As everyone went home, taking the plates that they had brought, nobody even joked about being hungry. Dad was still helping to finish cleaning up at the park, and Alex had gone off with Juanita to do who knows what. That left me to carry our plates back to the apartment. I had barely gotten in the door when the guy sitting at the desk got my attention.

"Did you have an enjoyable meal, Mr. Wolff?"

"I did, and I've told you, I'm Nat. Mr. Wolff is my father."

"As you say, Mr. Wolff. A woman left a note here for you."

"Just slide it into my hand." I said, turning slightly so a hand was facing him. He did so, and I went back up to the apartment, barely managing to open the door without dropping anything. Once the plates were safely in the dishwasher, I got to look at the note that Onita had left. It was only two words, yet it got me scared. I would have to watch my friends closer, and I hoped that she had sent the same message to Michel, so that he could keep a closer eye on Rosalina. I did what I did with all messages from Onita and shoved it under my pillow. I wanted to keep them in case I needed to refer to them in the future. However, I knew I wouldn't forget this one. I went to watch TV, but nothing caught my eye as interesting. Just the two words that repeated over and over in my head.

Something's coming