Elaine dropped Jason and Jennifer off at school; she would have to tell the school that they would be going back to their school in New York when she came back to pick them up later. Right now she just wanted to focus on catching Alex at the airport. Both Jennifer and Jason were shocked and kind of confused about the whole situation. But they loved Alex, they love their mother, and they loved New York, so they were happy. Elaine quickly glanced at her watch. Alex would be boarding the plane soon. It, of course, was one of those days where Elaine seemed to hit every red light. Figures… she thought. Finally she arrived at the airport. She grabbed the first parking spot she could find and began her search. It really would have helped if she had known what his flight number was and what gate he would be leaving from. "Flight 327 to New York now boarding." She heard the loudspeaker announce. Oh no! Quickly, she found which gate the flight was leaving from and began running; because of course it was nowhere near where she was. She reached the gate just in time to see the doors closing. "Wait!" she called as she tried running for the doors, but a security guard stopped her. "Ma'am where do you think you're going?"

Elaine stepped back, "I'm not trying to get on the plane, I just need to talk to someone who just got on."

The security guard crossed his arms, "I'm sorry ma'am but once those doors are closed nobody else gets on and no one gets off."

"But I have something really important that I need to say to someone." She droned.

The guard rolled his eyes, "What is it that you have to say that is so important that I should even consider bending the rules?"

Elaine looked away and stuttered, "Th-that I um… that I love someone…"

The guard huffed, "Look lady, this ain't a romance novel. I'm sorry but whoever you love is just going to have to wait to hear it."

Elaine put her hands on her hips and yelled, "Fine! Who needs this? It's all to cliché anyway." On that note she stormed off without looking back. She headed back to her car. Now she was extremely late for work. Luckily the airport was fairly close to the gallery so she was able to get there quickly. She literally ran into the gallery, frantically saying, "Oh my gosh Golda, I am so, so, so sorry that I'm late! I was up almost all of the night, then I over slept and still had to bring my kids to school and then I had to hurry to the airport and I can explain why but it's still no excuse for me being late."

Golda laughed, "Elaine, it's perfectly alright. Actually… I need to talk to you. Could you please sit down?"

Elaine caught her breath and sat down, kind of worried about what Golda had to say. It seemed serious. "What's up?"

Golda fiddled with her hands nervously as she began to speak. "Elaine… do you remember that when I gave you this job that this particular position would only be temporary because our regular receptionist was out with her baby?" Elaine nodded and Golda went on, "Well… she's back a month earlier than I expected. I got the dates mixed up. Now, I made you a promise that I'd find you something else to do here or if not here, someplace else. I'm so terribly sorry about how short notice this is. I feel just awful."

Elaine stood up and beamed, "Wait, so you don't need me anymore?"

Golda looked at her, confused, "Unfortunately, we do not… Elaine, you seem strangely happy about this."

Elaine's grin grew into a huge smile and she hugged Golda, "This is the most wonderful thing I've heard all day! It's also the best thing that could have happened!"

Golda continued to look confused, "Well this certainly was easier than I thought it would be…" she said.

"I was just about to tell you that I couldn't work here anymore!" Elaine chirped.

"You were?"

Elaine nodded, "Yes. You know how I went to New York last week?"

"Yes?" Golda replied.

"Well, do you remember how I told you about my friend Alex and how I had found a letter that he had written where he said he loved me?" Golda nodded as Elaine continued. "Well when I got to New York we were all so busy visiting Latka, Simka and Amanda, their beautiful new baby girl, that I hadn't had the time to think about how I felt about the letter or Alex. The night I left, Alex drove me to the airport and that's when I remembered the letter. I tried telling him about it but I just couldn't. Then I was glad of it because while we were waiting for the plane- he didn't want to just leave me and my kids there- we had such wonderful conversations as if I had never left. Then, for some reason that I think will always be a mystery to me, my kids threw a huge tantrum pretty much refusing to get on the plane unless Alex came with us. I knew they loved him but I guess I never knew how much. So after a scene Alex offered to come with us if he could get a ticket. He was able to so off we went. When we landed in Chicago we waited for what felt like hours for Arnie to come pick us up. It turned out that he forgot and went to a game. He didn't want to leave the game so he sent Gwen to come get us. So I was pretty hurt and mad by that. Then when we got home Alex just spent time with kids while I unpacked. When I had come out to tell them it was time for bed I saw that he was already tucking them in. He just kept doing sweeter and sweeter things. I began to cry and ran out onto the balcony so no one would notice. No such luck. After he was done tucking the kids in and came out and found me on the balcony. He could tell that I had been crying and at that moment I decided to tell him about the letter. I went back into the bedroom and got the letter out but as I was going back out on the balcony Arnie came home. Later on I was trying to sleep but I just couldn't. I got up and went into the living room where Alex was sleeping. I woke him up and showed him the letter. We began talking about it, he kept apologizing and I kept telling him not too… and then I kissed him. After a moment he pulled away and said that we couldn't be doing what we were doing; that I'm with Arnie and that he was in the next room. It was a very good thing that he stopped us because not to long after that Arnie came out asking if everything was alright. After I went back to bed I did a lot of thinking and I realized that I've loved Alex all along but kept trying to deny it. I then, miraculously, fell asleep and ended up over sleeping. When I went into the living room he was gone. As I got into the car I found that he had put a note in my pocket telling me to call him because he wanted to talk about what had happened. After I dropped the kids off at school I went to the airport as fast as I could. Unfortunately, when I got there the gates had just closed. And now I'm here telling you about this whole thing. Anyways… my point is that I'm moving back to New York to be with Alex. Or… at least talk to him. I have no idea if he'd still want to get involved. Things could have changed since he wrote the letter…" she paused while her thoughts interrupted. Though by the way he kissed back I'm sure not too much has changed. She couldn't help but smile at the thought. "But even if he doesn't want to be involved, I can't very well be with Arnie. Not when I feel this way about somebody else."

Golda's jaw dropped, "Holy cow… this all happened within the last twenty four hours?"

Elaine laughed, "Yes, it has been very eventful."

"How did Arnie take it?" Golda asked very curiously.

"I uh… I haven't exactly told him yet…" she admitted.

"What? You haven't told him yet?" Golda repeated. "Well go, go! Tell him now!" she said pushing her towards the door.

Elaine sighed, "I guess I should go talk to him… shouldn't I?" Golda nodded then Elaine continued. "I don't know how to thank you for how wonderful you've been to me and for all you've done for me. This job was my first positive outlook on living here." She sorrowfully smiled.

Golda smiled back, "No thanks needed, dear. You've really helped me out a lot and you've been a wonderful friend. Promise me that you'll call and tell me how everything turns out with Alex?"

"I definitely will!" Elaine hugged her and then exited the gallery. She slowly walked to her car and looked around at the city. Chicago wasn't a bad place. It just wasn't where she belonged. It was never home. She belonged in New York City. The place where all of her friends were and more importantly, the man she truly loved.