Her eyes fluttered open, and she couldn't help but smile when she saw him smiling back at her. He moved his hand to her hair and brushed it out of her face, resting his hand on her arm. They were both lying on their sides facing each other.

"I didn't fall asleep, did I?" Sharon asked, yawning as she did. Andy grinned and chuckled quietly.

"If you weren't sleeping, what would you call it?" Andy winked at her and continued to keep his hand on her shoulder. "It looks like you had a pretty good nap to me."

Sharon sighed and cleared her throat, "Did you sleep at all?"

"A little, more than I believe I would have if you weren't right here," he admitted, running his hand up and down her arm. "Thanks for this, for just lying here talking to me. I know it helped calm me and relax me. I honestly can't remember the last time I got any sleep. I've been tossing and turning most nights for a long time. Something about just having you near me, well," he said with a small shrug as he looked at her, "it helps. You relax me."

Andy gripped her elbow, and as he did, both locked eyes. Just that simple gesture had the two move closer, and without further communication, the two met for a kiss, pressing closer to each other as it intensified. They continued to kiss, and things started to escalate, but finally, Sharon pulled back from their kiss. She let out a long sigh as she gave him a small smile, "Ahh, what time is it?"

"Oh, geez, yeah," Andy said as he pulled his watch up to look at it. "It's almost 2:30. I didn't even realize it was that late."

"We slept longer than we thought," she said again smiling at him. She moved her arm to his and ran it up and down his arm. "Are you ready to go and find out about your daughter?"

"Wow," Andy said, exhaling as he moved his hand to his hair and ran it thought it. "My daughter-I guess it's time. I can't believe we both got some rest."

"I suppose we feel safe and secure," she said quietly.

"Thanks, whatever it was," Andy said and quickly leaned to her and kissed her again. Neither said anything, and he moved back as quickly as he'd moved toward her. The two had been in his room since they'd returned to their bed and breakfast. They'd spent time talking before they both started drifting off to sleep. If asked, neither was sure who fell asleep first, but now it was time to get back to their search. Andy rolled over and sat up, looking at the wall. Sharon watched and did the same without a word. The moment was over. She cleared her throat as she stood, causing Andy to turn toward her as he stood.

"I'm going to stop back in my room and freshen up," she told him.

He nodded as he buttoned the sleeve button on his shirt. He gestured to the door, "Just leave my door open, and when you're ready, stop back by the room."

"Just give me a few minutes," she told him. "House is quiet. I wonder if Marge is still out."

Andy shrugged, "Whatever the reason for the silence, I'm glad. I feel much better after getting some rest."

It took Sharon 10 minutes, but she was then ready to go. Both were hungry, Andy mentioning so as they descended the stairs. That was also a change; he hadn't been eating much. Sharon mentioned that they could eat on the way back to the bar.

"Let's just go to the bar," he told her. "I'm sure we can eat there. I mean, this is a small town, and they have food. We might be able to eat and ask around about Michelle and Sarah while we do so."

Sharon nodded in agreement, "Sounds good. I feel like we are going to finally get some information, Andy," she said, squeezing his shoulder. He was ahead of her on the stairs. He reached the bottom, but before he stepped off, he turned back. It startled Sharon, but she paused. Andy put his hand on hers, and he squeezed it while he locked eyes with her. "Just promise me you won't hate me, whatever we find."

Sharon gave him a quizzical look and shook her head, "After everything you and I have been through over the years, you know me better than that. I'm not going to change my opinion of you." She gave him a sympathetic smile, and with that, she put her hand on his cheek and leaned in to kiss him sweetly. It was a little awkward there on the stairs, but his hand found her waist, and he pulled her toward him. With Sharon on the steps above him, she was leaning down over him, and they kissed briefly, Andy finally resting his head on her chest as he spoke again.

"I am worried I'll hate myself after tonight," he said quietly. "I couldn't take it if I disappointed you."

Sharon put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him back slightly to get a look at him, "Let's go and find her, find them," she corrected. "We've come all this way."

The two were silent again as they bundled up before going outside. Without seeing Marge, they finished dressing and walked back out to the car where Sharon gestured for the car keys. Andy dug them out of his pocket and turned over to her without hesitation. Quickly, the two got into the car and turned it on to warm it up. Again, they were quiet while this all happened, almost as if their minds had to prepare for the task ahead. Finally, Sharon turned to Andy, the car finally warm, "Ready?"

"Here we go again," he said with a firm nod, and Sharon put the car in gear and started out to the road.

Once again, it didn't take long to drive to the bar, but this time, as they pulled in, they found the parking area over half full. Sharon navigated the car to an area still covered in snow, but one that had tire tracks and the traction for her to park.

"Here we are, Sharon said letting out her breath. "Let's just go inside and get a table, shall we? We can take one step at a time," she said reaching for his hand. Andy just sat there, staring at the building. He finally snapped out of his haze and nodded, still not aware his hand was in hers. "Andy?" Sharon asked, trying to get his attention.

"Let's go and just eat," Andy said, opening his door. Sharon did the same, and she moved quickly around the car, her boots crunching in the snow. She clasped Andy's hand in hers again, this time almost dragging him to the door. He wasn't resisting, just almost speechless. The pair walked up the couple stairs to the door, and Sharon opened it. It creaked as she did, and Sharon gave a quick glance around like she was on a crime scene clearing the place. It was larger than it had looked from outside, and three men were at the bar sitting. Several other tables were full, and Sharon looked to Andy, their hands still intertwined, and she pulled him to the booth closest to the back to sit. If they were going to go through with this, she wanted privacy.

Andy dropped down into the booth, and Sharon started to pull her coat off to side across from him. Andy, who glanced up and saw Sharon taking off her coat and gloves started to do the same. Sharon wasn't even done with her layers when a young guy walked over to the table and put two computer printouts on the table.

"Afternoon," he nodded to them. "Food menus if you want them. Haven't seen you around here before," he said and continued, "This time of year, we recognize most coming through here."

"Hi," Sharon said, giving him a small smile. "We're here on business."

"Welcome to Seward," he said with a nod. "Couple of beers?"

"Just water," Sharon offered.

"Sharon," Andy raised his hand and looked over to her. "It's fine," he encouraged her. "Please, get a glass of wine," he nodded and looked to the young man. "You have something like cranberry juice?"

"Ahh, I gotcha," the guy nodded to Andy. "I don't touch the stuff either. I know; I know," he rolled his eyes. "I work in a bar, and I don't drink. Used to drink, and that was the problem. Never again."

"Just a cranberry juice if you have it," Andy said, eyeing Sharon as he did. The guy got the hint and started toward the bar. Andy sighed and shook his head toward her, "Sorry."

"Why?" Sharon asked. "You didn't bring it up with him, and why are you sorry? You haven't had a drink in over 15 years. You should be proud of that."

"Still," Andy gestured around to the bar. "My excessive drinking and bad decisions, my desire for whatever I want whenever I wanted it brought us here."

"Let's look at the menu," Sharon said, changing topics. "I'm starving. You need to eat too."

"So, what now? We just sit here and eat?" Andy asked her as he looked around at the bar. "You think we'll get anywhere at all here today?"

"Maybe," Sharon shrugged. "Worth a try. We need to eat, and this is the last address you have for Michelle. Let's at least eat."

The two studied the menu for a few minutes, Andy paying more attention to the people in the bar. Sharon noticed this and tried to get his attention by calling his name quietly. Finally, she leaned toward him and put her hand on his.

"Did you say something?" Andy asked.

"A few things," she chuckled. "What are you going to eat?"

"I don't know," he waved his hand at the menu. "It's all a blur."

"Try the grilled fish, baked potato, and salad," Sharon suggested. Halibut is the main fish here. That's what I'm getting."

"Sure," he nodded, and as he did, the younger gentleman returned with their drinks.

THe man looked from Sharon to Andy and asked "You two want anything to eat or just here for a drink?"

Sharon stepped in quickly with her answer, "We'd both like the grilled fish, baked potato and salad, vinaigrette dressing please."

"Perfect choice," he said with a small smile. "Bars around here don't just serve drinks. We're the ones, though, with the best grilled halibut in town. You two are in for a treat here on your business. You aren't from Alaska, are you?"

"No," Sharon said with a small smile. Clearly, they stood out, and their waiter was chatty. "California."

"Cool, never been, but I hear it's beautiful. Welcome to Alaska," he gestured. "I'll put your food order in, but let me know if you want more to drink."

As he walked away, Sharon turned and saw Andy drumming his hands on the table. She put her hand over his, and she gave him a small smile.

"You're thinking about what you want to do," she told him.

"Aren't you? I'm going to chat it up with this guy. If he wants to talk, I do too." Andy waved at the guy, and he walked back to the table. The place wasn't busy, so the guy came right over. Sharon took a deep breath and threw him a smile as the guy approached.

"Say," Andy said casually as he sat forward in his seat, "you from here I mean, like know people?"

"Yeah, I was born and raised here. I work in the bar during the winter or have been the last couple months, but I am a kayak guide in the summer. You ever been kayaking?"

"No," Andy said, a tight smile on his lips. "I've heard it is enjoyable. As the lady said," he nodded to Sharon, "we're here for work. We're trying to find someone while we are here," Andy said, trying to act casual. "Old friend," he added, looking to Sharon. "Last I knew she lived up here, but I've lost contact. Michelle-know that name? I think her daughter is Sarah."

The young man looked to him with an odd expression, "Michelle Smith?"

"You know her?" Andy's eyes widened, and he looked to Sharon. Her eyes looked much like Andy's. Both turned back to the young man.

"I do, or I did," he nodded. "She was shacked up with my old man for years. Tell you what-if I never see her again it will be too soon. She did a number on him, took off with all his cash a couple months ago now, just at the holidays. Left town, and it took a couple days, but we figured out she left with some other guy. Sorry, she's no friend of mine. Why you looking for her? She do the same to you?"

"Ahh, no, not exactly, a little more complicated," Andy frowned and looked over to Sharon. She pursed her lips and looked back at him. "What about Sarah? You know her?"

"You better believe it," he said and crossed his arms. "I'm not saying anything more until you tell me-what business do you have with my wife?"