A few days after, Lucy was allowed to go back home to her family. She had suppressed the memories of the other night deep into her mind. Carter had been a little overprotective over her but she had adjusted and she had to admit, she felt safe.

"Mommy, you're coming back home!" squealed Annabelle, obviously very excited by the thought.

"Yes, I am," she answered.

When they arrived at the pale blue painted house, Lucy got out and Carter got Annabelle out while Lucy fumbled with the car seat. They got their daughters situated at home and Lucy went upstairs to sleep. Carter was preparing dinner. He heard screaming and he ran upstairs. Lucy was twitching in her sleep, sweat covering her forehead. She screamed and jumped up in surprise, poised to punch Carter.

"Lucy, honey, it's me. Nothing to worry about. You ok?" asked Carter, his voice quavering slightly.

"Carter. Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm going to go to work now."

"Work?" he asked, in a state of disbelief.

"Yeah. If there's one thing that'll get my mind off of the situation, is work. So, I'll take your jeep and I'll see you later," she replied, kissing him quickly.

"Yeah. Have a nice day at the hospital!" he called after her as she shrugged on her lavender jacket.

She raced down the steps with Carter at her heels. He was still in his bathrobe. She, however, was dressed in a stylish white t-shirt with a pair of jeans and a lavender jacket. She grabbed his car keys off the coffee table and raced out the door, practically jumping into her sneakers.

"Luce, you're not late for third period. Look, its okay. Kerry expects you to be home and resting. She won't yell at you for being late or anything."

She giggled a bit (which was the first time Carter had heard her giggle in years) and she kissed his cheek and she grabbed her purse and headed out toward the car. She clicked the door shut behind her and Carter sighed.

"Daddy?" asked Annabelle, tugging at him.

"Yeah, Annabelle?" he asked.

"Why'd Mommy leave? I thought the nice doctors at the 'ospital let her go," she whined, tugging at him again.

"She wants to go to work, honey. She wants to help other people."

Annabelle muttered something which sounded like an "okay" before turning around and asking if she could watch Sesame Street.

Lucy's day was okay. Everyone was surprised to see her at the hospital and she got a very interesting patient. Her name was Mrs. Phyllis. She was a 102-year-old woman who loved to share her experiences and who was their for a lung transplant.

"Come in, dear," she whispered.

"Good morning, Mrs. Phyllis---" Lucy started.

"Call me Elizabeth, dear."

"Good morning, Elizabeth. How're you feeling? My name is Lucy and I'm going to do a quick check up on you," she stated, smiling.

"Lucy", she rasped out. "I had a daughter named Lucy. Beautiful. She was absolutely beautiful. She was on Broadway for a few years. She fell in love with a young man who was nothing more than a con artist. He killed her."

"Oh. I'm so sorry. Can you sit up for me?" she asked.

The fragile, aged lady sat up for her and used her thin fingers to run through her white hair.

"I don't think there's any real love anymore," sighed the old woman.

"My husband, he's a doctor here too, he and I are very much in love."

"Well, I wish you good luck, dear. Dearie, did you ever hear about the Titanic?" she asked. "Tragic love."

"Yes, why. I think everybody has."

"I was on that ship. It was an absolute wonder. I saw that horrid movie made about the ship. It was absolutely cheesy," mumbled the woman.

"I saw it. It made a lot of money though. I thought it was cheesy, too. It's supposed to be a "chick flick"."

"That's wonderful, dear."

Lucy laughed and scribbled something on a form clipped onto a clipboard. She hung it at the foot of the bed and she closed and locked the door after saying goodbye to the interesting old lady.

"Kerry, I'm going to go home now, ok? I need to make dinner for my family," she sighed, glancing at her watch which showed that it was 8:00.

"Yeah, sure."

"Lucy!" cried Dave.

"What do you want, Dave?" she asked, coldly.

"I just wanted to ask if I could bum a ride with you because my usual ride isn't here right now and I don't feel like walking," he explained. "Ice Queen."

"Excuse me? You call me an Ice Queen and expect me to give you a ride home? I don't think so."

"Please?" he begged, brushing his hand through his brown hair casually.

"Hop in," she sighed.

He flashed his bright grin and he walked out with her. She clicked the button on her keys and the car alarm chirped brightly. Dave opened the door and threw his junk at his feet in the passenger seat. Lucy kept her purse at her side. She placed the key in the ignition and turned the engine over.

"You happen to live, where?" she asked, the sarcasm dripping off her words.

"Turn right. Now, left. There."

She paused by an oddly crooked house and he got out, slowly picking up his bags of junk and slinging it over his shoulder casually.

"Want to come in for a drink?" he offered.

"Sure," she muttered.

She parked outside his house and walked into his house. She went upstairs, clutching her purse to her side, almost as if she were worried that a mugger would leap from the shadows that clung so close to the oddly goldenrod yellow that barely covered the house's walls. The walls were bare, no paintings, no nothing. Her thoughts were interrupted when he handed her a bottle of beer. She had a strange day, so she took a sip. Then, another.

The next day, Lucy woke up and saw a mop of brown hair next to her. She glanced around the room. Her clothes were carelessly strewn everywhere. This didn't look like her room. Her memory flooded back to the other night.

"Oh, God," she thought. Her head throbbed with pain and she felt the aftereffects of her hangover. She saw her cell phone. She grasped it and dialed her familiar home number.

"Hello?" she greeted.

"Lucy!" shouted Carter, in relief. "Where have you been all night? You didn't come back from the hospital and Kerry said you left, so I've been worried all night."

"I'm fine."

"Lucy, who're you talking to?" groaned Dave, from beside her.

"Is that Dave?" asked Carter.

"Lucy? What happened last night? Why are you in my bedroom?" he interrogated.

"So that's what you were doing, Lucy. I'm sorry. Were your two daughters and husband clouding your personal life? I'll leave you two alone, then," yelled Carter, infuriated.

"Carter, it's not what you think," she stuttered, but her message was cut short when she heard the dial tone.

"I'm guessing Carter didn't take that well," sighed Dave. "You'd better get dressed and drive yourself home."

"Yeah. Would you mind leaving the room?" she pointed.

"Not like I haven't seen it before."

"Yeah, but right now, I don't think we're drunk, so out!" she ordered.

He scurried out the door and she quickly tossed on her clothes and leaped into her sneakers as memories of last night flooded into her mind. She groaned loudly and she grasped her lavender jacket and she ran out of his house and jumped into her car. She drove off, her tires screeching against the asphalt. She screeched to a halt at her house. She jumped out and she ran up to the door, unlocked it, and walked inside. She found a note atop of the coffee table.

"'Dear Lucy: If you're reading this, you've probably retreated home with your tail between your legs from the incomparable guilt you must be feeling right now. I'm not here, if you couldn't already tell. Because I found out about your little tryst with Dave and know what your true feelings are, I'm going to see our lawyer. I'm sorry to inform you of this through a note but I wish to get a divorce. I can't take this anymore. I love you. No, wait. I loved you. I hope you have a nice life and that we can get along in the workplace. Your (ex) husband, Carter'," she read aloud. "Dammit!"

She jumped in her car and drove off toward the hospital. There, Carter was just leaving the Lounge. Everything was strange because the two barely spoke a word to each other. In fact, Lucy did most of the chatting and Carter didn't say anything.

"Carter! John! I'm so sorry!" she shouted. He was ignoring her. That was obvious. The answer that was oblivious to the rest of the staff who was watching this dramatic, romantic scene unfold before them was why.

"Save your apologies for someone else. The papers are in your locker," he hissed into her ear softly.

He walked off down the hall and he walked into a room and closed and locked the door whilst Lucy ran into the Lounge. She quickly opened her locker and it revealed the cold, hard truth. She started crying in the Lounge. Carol, who had been her friend for quite a while, walked in.

"Lucy, honey, what's the matter?" she asked, consolingly, placing a hand on Lucy's shoulder.

"LOOK!" she cried out suddenly, thrusting out a packet of papers before Carol's eyes. Releasing her hand from Lucy's shoulder, she took the packet from Lucy's quivering hands and she skimmed down the page.

"You're getting a divorce?" she asked, softly.

"No. Carter wants one. You should've read his note."

"Note? What's going on?" she asked.

"Here, read this," she mumbled, fishing through her purse for the note after shoving the packet back into her locker and found it. She handed it to Carol grimly.

Carol's eyes went down the paper slowly. Her eyes, full of sorrow and sympathy, looked over at Lucy.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, handing her back the note. Lucy took the note and shoved it back into her purse.

"It's okay," she whispered, before breaking down into a fit of sobs.

"Here, I'll take you to a Karaoke place tonight. It'll make you feel better," she offered, smiling lightly.

"I don't know."

"Come on. It'll be fun."

"All right."

"Lucy!" called Jing-Mei.

"Yeah?" she replied, sitting up.

"You know your patient? The old woman? Mrs. Phyllis?"

"Yeah, what about her?"

"She died last night. She told me to give you something. Here," she remarked, handing Lucy a slip of paper.

Lucy unfolded the paper and glanced at it. She scanned down the paper and started to cry. Jing-Mei had already left, so Carol was there wondering why she was crying.

"Lucy? What's wrong? What does it say?" she asked.

"She wrote to me on this piece of paper how she was so happy about my marriage and how she knew that it would last. I'm just happy she's not here to see me like this. I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown."

"I think everyone says that, Luce."

"I'm going to go up to the roof. I think I'll go with you to the Karaoke Place tonight. Maybe it'll help me get my mind off of", she went quiet at the last second, afraid to say the name. She just grabbed her jacket and walked out. Just as Carol was about to walk out, Carter walked in.

"Carter, I read your note. Something about Dave was in there. You know, you shouldn't talk trash about other doctors like that," she said, clucking her tongue like a mother would do at a child who has done something wrong.

"Me? You think I would talk trash about Dave? You mean that Lucy hasn't filled you in?" he countered, fiercely.

"No. What's up?" she asked, innocently.

"She left the hospital last night and she didn't come home. I get a call from her at around noon today and she was at Dave's house. They were in the bedroom," he mumbled.

"How do you know they were in the bedroom?" she inquired.

"Because Dave stated and I quote, 'Lucy, what are you doing in my bedroom? What happened last night?' Talk to her. I'm sure she'll give you all the good details about how she left her family!"

He walked out of the Lounge, slamming the door shut. Carol hung her head low and sighed deeply. This was much more complicated than she had imagined.