Sorry for the wait you all…lost the disk I had many a chapter on so this is all re-done…hope you like it.

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The three approached the Witter household's front door.

Joey hung back not exactly knowing what this was all about, but at the same time

knowing that Pacey needed her to be there for him right now…and that was what she intended to do.

"You first, and you're talking." Pacey said rather calmly when they reached the front door. Hand on the door knob, frozen there, Gretchen looked at her brother, "You ready?" Pacey breathed in a deep, shaky breath and closed his eyes for a second. He opened them and replied semi-confidently. "Yes."

Gretchen turned the doorknob slowly and they entered the home they grew up in, where their parents lived…but they couldn't, for the life of them, understand why they were so scared.

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Mrs. Witter sat in her arm chair, concentrated on the book she was reading. The warm light from the lamp on the end table caste a glow across her face, as well as the book. She lifter her head slowly at hearing the front door open; taking her bookmark off of the table, carefully marking her page, and then gently resting the book in her lap.

"Yes? Who's there?" she asks.

"Mom? It's Gretchen and Pacey…" Gretchen yells as she tries to compose herself. She takes a deep breath and then steps into the living room, where her mother was reading. "Is Daddy home?" Gretchen asks, praying fervently that he is, and at the same time that he isn't.

Mrs. Witter smiled. "Why of course your father's home…I'll just run up and get him." she said as she stood up and walked upstairs to get her husband.

The moment their mother leaves the room all hell breaks loose.

"GRETCH!" Pacey scream-whispers, "What the hell are we going to say to them?"

Gretchen rakes her fingers through her hair and bangs her hand against her forehead. "I-I don't know. I have no clue!" she screams, exasperated.

Joey looks from one sibling to the other and asks, "Well, maybe…ya know…I could help if I knew what all this was about?" Gretchen and Pacey look at her. Gretchen plops down on the couch, "go ahead and tell her…the whole town's bound to know in a matter of milliseconds…"

Pacey sits Joey down on the couch, glancing toward the stairs to make sure his parents aren't yet coming, and then sits down next to Joey and begins to explain. "I have a little sister, Jo. Her name's Isabella." Joey looked incredibly confused, but didn't argue. With that, Pacey explained the whole thing very quickly, "And so she's here, staying at your B&B, right now. And we have to tell them." Pacey concluded

"Wow." was all that Joey could say because Mr. And Mrs. Witter were now descending the staircase. As per usual, Mr. Witter was his drunken self.

"What do you want?" He asked sitting down in a la-z-boy across from the 3 kids, as Mrs. Witter sat down next to him

Pacey looked at Gretchen.

"It's about that incident…with Belle." Gretchen tried to begin, but was abruptly cut off, like a machete slicing through saw grass, by her father. "What the HELL did you just say?" he paused, "you know we don't talk about that! And this conversation is ending right now!" He screamed.

But Gretchen protested. "You don't UNDERSTAND! Pacey-" Once again she was cut off as her father leaped to his feet and began yelling like there was no tomorrow. With this Pacey leaped up and looked his father straight in the eye.

"LOOK, if you would bother to LISTEN to your CHILDREN, you may find out that I, yes I-PACEY WITTER-the GOD of FAILURES finally did one thing right!" He took a deep breath and let his father speak.

"Well, then enlighten me, son, what the hell was so GREAT that you think you did? LOST YOUR LITTLE SISTER!?" his father screamed at him.

Pacey lost it. "NO, you BASTARD!" he screamed…and then an eerie calm came over him, "I found her."

Mrs. Witter looked to the sky as her eyes began to well up with uncontrollable tears, 'Thank you Lord, my angel…'