Branwyn and Kara sat in the bleachers at a baseball game between Mercy High School and a rival High School. Branwyn was looking at the letters she had received for the advice column she wrote for the school newspaper, in between appearances of one or the other of their boyfriends at the plate.

Kara had a copy of the Port Charles Gazette. The article about her was in it.

Branwyn read that over, too. "This is great, Kara," she said. "It shows how you bounced back after a bump in the road."

"Yes," Kara said. "I don't want to come across as such a goody-two shoes, though."

"I don't think you do," Branwyn said. "It's an inspiring story. And it's not over. Hey, do you want to go and look at prom dresses on Saturday?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd never ask," Kara said.

Peter was at the plate, bat in hand.

"Don't they look cute in those uniforms," Branwyn said.

"Yeah," Kara said, just happy. "And so intent on watching the ball."

Peter took two balls and a called strike. The next time, he hit the ball.

Kara and Branwyn were up on their feet without thinking.

The hit was a line drive into center field.

"Nice, clean hit," said someone else in the stands.

Peter stood on first base.

The next Mercy High batter struck out. But during the at ball, Peter stole second.

Jeremy came up to bat.

"Go Jeremy! Drive Pete in!" Branwyn yelled.

Kara laughed. Peter looked up at them from second and smiled.

The girls ended up on their feet again as Jeremy hit another single, enough to get Peter to home plate.

"Wow, today was really worth coming for," Branwyn said.

Kara smiled. "It's always worth coming for," she said.

"It was so sweet, I thought, when Peter came to the volleyball game the other day," Branwyn said.

"Still in his baseball uniform," Kara said, looking off into space, smiling.

"Are you going to wear that scarf on your head to the prom?" Branwyn asked, looking at her cousin. "I see your hair peaking out. It'll have grown some more by then."

"It will still be awful short. And I don't think I look that great in short hair."

"Maybe we can get you some help. Styling, you know, short hair can be really cool."

"I don't know what to do," Kara confessed. "I was thinking a fancy turban."

"Naw, how about a crown?"

"Real funny," Kara said.

"A wig? Weren't a couple of the ones they brought you pretty realistic looking?"

"I don't know, I hate that idea so much," Kara said. She thought for a moment. "I could be a blonde," she said then. "Or a redhead."

"If you look good blonde, you could even color your hair."

"I'm not into stuff like that," Kara said. "I don't have the time."

"Yeah," Branwyn said. "I don't think I'd bother with that kind of stuff, either."

Branwyn looked through her letters as a series of uninteresting batters came to the plate. "Hey, Kara, listen to this," she said.

Dear Branwyn. I am dating two guys. One knows, the other does not. Now they run into each other a lot. They sort of work in the same place. How do I tell the one who doesn't know? Just come out and say it? Break it one step at a time? Sincerely, Torn Between Two Lovers.

"Wanna bet on who wrote that?" Branwyn asked.

"I don't think Taryn would do that," Kara asked.

"Yes, she's not the type to look for advice, at least, not this way," Branwyn said.

"Maybe there is actually someone else in the same boat?" Kara asked.

"Hmmm," Branwyn said. "Maybe."

"Or do you think someone wrote it for Taryn?"

"Who would do that? Oh, wait. Jeremy."

"Now why would he do that, Branwyn?"

"Either as a joke, or -"

"No, Bran," Kara said.

"So how should I answer this?" Branwyn said. "I know. Dear Torn: If you are truly torn, tell them both. Then let them sort it out. If you're not, let the one you don't want go."

"Wise advice," Kara said.

"Which means Taryn won't heed it," Branwyn said. "How about I take him up on the joke and say ask your old boyfriend?"

"You can't do that in the school paper," Kara said. "Besides, you don't know that Jeremy did this."

Branwyn shrugged. "I'm going to put it in, though, with that answer." She looked up at Jeremy.He was running off the field, since after his other teammate had made an out, into the dugout to get ready to go to the outfield.

Branwyn studied him, her forehead wrinkled. Kara smiled and watched the team going back out onto the field to play defense.