Meanwhile at the Brown's house, Dr. Brown was getting ready to leave again for the Abbott's. Ephram was lying on the couch.

Dr. Brown glanced at Ephram as he was leaving with Delia.

"Will you be all right by yourself?" He asked. Ephram looked up. His dad gave him a look of such concern, that Ephram wanted to go up and hug his dad.

But he didn't. Instead he spoke.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Really dad, you don't have to worry about me."

"You okay?" Dr. Brown asked. This could not be his son. His son was being too polite.

Ephram looked at him strangely.

"Yeah. Fine. I told you," Ephram said.

"Well all right then," Dr. Brown said. And he and Delia left.

They reached the Abbott's after a short time and were greeted by Amy once more.

Amy sighed as everyone got busy with the party preparations. She moved slowly, methodically. Her heart wasn't really into it. She could not stop thinking about Brigtt and Ephram. A tear slowly ran down her cheek and Amy brushed it away with a quick swipe of her hand. But she could not hold the tears any longer.

They had been threatening to come out ever since Ephram left.

I had cried then too, Amy remembered. She sunk down to her knees, hoping no one noticed. There was little chance of that, with everyone running in and out.

But all Amy wanted to do at that moment was lie down and go to sleep and never wake up.

"Amy?" she heard a voice ask, in what seemed very distant to her.

"Amy?" the voice called again. Amy did not respond.

She did not know why lately she was in a constant state of depression. It scared her. She had scared her dad two weeks ago. She had the flu then and she had to go to the hospital. But it was becoming all a blur.

Perhaps she had given the flu to Ephram. She must have. Everything was her fault.

And she hated that.

"Amy?" the voice asked one final time. But her lying on the ground was the last thing Amy knew, before she fell into a blackened state.

She did not know anymore.

Dr. Brown and Amy's mother looked at Amy's figure upon the ground.

Dr. Brown bent down and nudged Amy gently back and forth to try and wake her. But she would not.

"She caught the flu two weeks ago and ever since then, Amy's been not herself," Rose said. Dr. Brown nodded. He shouldn't be too worried about Ephram then.

Good, he thought. He would be all right by himself. Dr. Brown had assumed his son had something worse. He had looked so pale. But he spent so much time with Amy and if she had been sick earlier then Ephram could catch it easily.

But Amy was in depression, Dr. Brown could tell, but he had no clue why.

"Your daughter is stressed out and depressed," Dr. Brown told Rose Abbott.

Dr. Brown did not need to hear a reply. He went to get some water and he splashed a little in Amy's face.

Amy roused. She slowly opened her eyes, and amongst the familiar faces she remembered what happened.

"You okay?" Dr. Brown asked her immediately. She nodded, slightly embarrassed. Seeing Dr. Brown, Amy thought of Ephram again.

As if Ephram were there, Amy mouthed a silent, "I love you."

Just then the bell rang again.

Amy went to get it, thinking false hope, that it could be Brigtt and her dad.

But it was Colin.

Amy stopped dead in her tracks. Her throat closed up, restricting. Her hands shook.

"Colin," she whispered upon seeing his red roses and gift.

Rainbowlite606: Will Amy decided now to break up with Colin? Or will they work it all out? What will happen now that Colin is here. Chapters 5 and 6 will answer that question.