-Thursday afternoon, 12:55 p.m. (Pacific Time)-

-Molly Phillips Tour Bus-

-Jack and Carey's Room-

As Carey sat on the bottom bunk, trying out the few suggestions that Molly had

offered concerning his song, Molly stood near the door making the phone call to Natalia Marin, the music journalist that would be touring with them for a while.

She waited for it to ring, hoping she had copied the number down correctly. She had been so excited when Kevin Marks, the editor-in-chief of the magazine, had called that she wasn't sure that she had copied the right number. Thankfully Irene had been there and had taken over the negotiations.

She heard the other line pick up and a smooth voice answer the phone.

"Hello," said the voice.

"Yes, hello. This is Molly Phillips. I'm looking for Natalea Marrin, is it?"

"Yeah, Marin that's me. It's so good to hear from you. I was just waiting for your call but you'll have to excuse the static. I'm in a cab right now, heading for the airport."

"Well, that's exactly why I'm calling you. Just wanted to get all the flight information so we'd be able to pick you up from the airport when you arrive in Seattle."

"Yeah good, the flight number, let me see here," Natalia mumbled, wondering if Molly could tell that she was really nervous. She hoped she didn't, she didn't want to come off as some teeny bopper fan.

Molly waited on the other end as she turned around and looked at Carey. He had stopped strumming his guitar and was looking at Molly, his gaze showing that he was intently paying attention, his head cocked to the side as he sharpened his hearing to hear whatever was being said on the other line.

Natalia could hear that the guitar strumming in the background she had heard when she'd picked up the phone had stopped. Molly had probably been in the middle of working on a song or something with some of the members of the band. To think, she'd interrupted band practice. Cool, she thought to herself as she searched for the flight information in her suitcase.

She was finally able to get the information. "Umm, here it is. The flight number is 216 at Northwest Airlines, landing in Seattle at 9:50 p.m. Seattle time. I have to change flights in Houston, so I should get there at that time. Let's see, the flight number is 216 on Northwest Airlines. Don't know which gate it will land in, though...."

"Oh, okay that's fine," said Molly, cutting Natalia off. "We just needed to know what time you'd be here. But why so late? Oh, yeah, the whole time change," stated Molly, answering her own question. "Hmm, all right, Ned and I will go pick you up at the airport. He's a big guy, you can't miss him."

"Oh, okay, thanks. Well, I gotta go...I just arrived at the airport," said Natalia, as the cab driver pulled into the unloading zone and started opening her door. "Thanks again," she said.

"No problem... See ya later, bye," said Molly as she heard Natalia end the call. She was, no doubt, in a rush.

"Things arranged Molly?" asked Carey, as he noticed Molly click her cell phone shut.

"Yeah Carey. She'll be coming in tonight at the Seattle International airport. Gotta go tell your dad, he's the one that's going to go pick her up, with me of course." And with that, Molly headed out of the room and ran straight into Jack.

"Ooops, sorry mom."

"What's the rush Jack?" she asked.

"Oh, Ned said we'll be going into Seattle in an and a hour and a half. Just going to tell Carey."

"Oh, okay," she said, as Jack slid past her and she headed into the kitchen. There sat Annie, getting all the cards in their case and Irene was sitting on the sofa, finishing a couple of last minute things of where they were headed after Seattle.

I'll be seeing Fi soon, thought Molly, her heart filling with joy at the thought. As much as she loved Annie, no one could take the place of her Fiona and she was thrilled at the prospect.

Ned just kept driving, seeing that the rain was slowly letting up as his windshield wipers started rubbing against the glass. What town was that, he asked as he noticed a sign getting closer and closer. Hmm, Thornton... So that meant he only had an hour and half or so left until Seattle. He smiled at himself slightly and started whistling.

Irene looked up from the map she had been observing and noticed her husband whistling. Ned only whistled when he was happy. That meant they were getting close to Seattle.

"Honey?" asked Irene as she directed her gaze at her husband.

"Yeah?" he answered in his gruff voice.

"How long till we get to Seattle?"

"Hmm, in about an hour and a half, why?"

"Oh, just wondering."