"Hello, Toretto residence," a girl's voice answered.

"Mia, how you livin', girl?" I asked warily and quietly, unsure of what her reaction to hearing my voice would be like. For a few seconds, I heard silence. A screech of joy followed.

"Oh, Letty! Hi! How are you? Where are you? Are you still with Leon? Where are you staying?" Mia began bombarding me with questions. She was still squealing a little.

"Whoa, whoa, Mia. One thing at a time!" I chuckled.

"Are you guys all right?" Mia asked after taking a deep breath.

"We're fine, we're fine. We're in Hawaii."

"Hawaii?" asked Mia incredulously.

"The Aloha State."

"I thought you went to Mexico!" "We faked everyone out so Spilner couldn't find us. How you livin' without him, Mia?"

"I'm managing. He moved down to Miami, to be a private detective."

"I'm sorry, Mi."

"Yeah, yeah. There are other fish in the sea, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. It's pretty tempting here, with all these fucking hot surfers with their fucking hot bodies."

"I'd love to go there someday!" Mia laughed, and then changed the subject. "Hey, I got good news. Brian linked the hijackings to the Trans and turns out he got the whole force to believe that it was them. Charges against us have been dropped, but there are no Trans left to throw in jail."

"What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly afraid. Mia took a deep breath before explaining.

"The Trans were after Jesse because they raced for slips at Race Wars, right?"

"Yeah, I knew that part," I replied.

"Well, after the last hijacking went down, everyone came back here. That's when you and Leon booked to God-knows-where. Mexico, you told us. So anyways, Vince was airlifted to the hospital, and when we got back to the house, Brian showed up in the Supra. We were all so disgusted with him, but thankful that he was able to save Vince and get him to the hospital. So, Brian showed up and the second Brian showed up, Jesse came back!"

"He did? Was he okay?" I wanted to know.

"He was okay but extremely shaken up. So, wouldn't you just know, the Trans rode by on crotch rockets and opened fire on us. They shot Jesse in the stomach, Lett." I gasped as my own stomach turned to ice.

"Oh, my God."

"He almost didn't make it. They had to do about five to seven surgeries to repair the damage done to his intestines. Please, before you tell Leon about this, make sure he's sitting down."

"Okay," I said, dazed.

"So anyways. Jesse's okay now, he just has to take it easy. The Trans shot the Jetta to shit; we've all been working hard to fix it up. So anyways, after they shot Jess, I was left to hold him and call the ambulance. But Dom and Brian raced after the Trans in the Charger and the Supra."

"The Charger?" I asked. "He never drives that car!"

"He was so upset that he wanted to kill the Trans himself. So he and Brian went after them, and then Dom hit Lance with the Charger and he rolled down a hill and died later at the bottom of it because no one found him for a while. He bled to death internally. So Brian went after Johnny and then gunned him down under an overpass not far from where Lance was dying. Johnny died instantly." I gasped again. This time, Leon was strolling into the kitchen just in time to hear me gasp. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and was probably coming into the kitchen for a beer.

"You okay?" he mouthed to me. I nodded.

"Go ahead, Mia. Leon just walked into the kitchen."

"Oh, tell him I said hello and that I'm glad he's okay!" Mia exclaimed. I turned to Leon.

"Mia tells you hello and she's glad you're okay," I told Leon. He smiled.

"I love ya, Mia!" he called.

"He loves you," I told Mia.

"Awww, I love you too, Le."

"She loves you too," I told Leon. He had gotten a Corona out of the fridge and had started to chug it. He retreated back to the living room.

"Anyways, go ahead, Mi," I told her.

"So with the Trans dead, Brian and Dom didn't know what to do. So, being the idiots that they are, they raced down by the train tracks. Just as they escaped being creamed by a train, Dom's car was hit by a truck and the Charger got totaled," Mia finished. I gasped again.

"Dom's arm was messed up and he got cuts and bruises. But get this! Brian gave him the keys to the Supra and let him escape! When he did, he drove back here, packed a duffel bag with some things, and boarded a plane to Mexico. He stayed there for about a month then came back because Mexico got too rough. I think he went down there to look for you and Leon."

"That's so awesome, so Brian got us all off? Even Leon and me?"

"Yeah, everyone's pretty much forgotten about the whole thing. Brian quit his job with the LAPD, he's a private detective now."

"That's good," I said.

"He misses L.A., but he likes his new life in Miami. He calls often and says he misses me and that after all the pain he's caused our family, he just can't come around here anymore. I think that's nonsense; we're just so glad he saved Vince's life and got Dom and you guys off the hook. The Trans are dead and Dom returned to street racing recently. He's dominating again. He got a new car."

"What kind of car?" Mia laughed.

"Well, he put about fifteen grand more into a certain maroon Silvia," laughed Mia. I gasped for about the tenth time since Mia and I began talking.

"Ooooh, I can't wait to see her," I said, referring to my purring baby that I so mournfully left back at the fort.

"She's a beauty. I sorta took your place on the team for a while. Dom put some more money into my Integra and that thing's running elevens."

"No shit."

"You guys HAVE to come back, Lett. Dom hasn't been the same. He doesn't hang around those damn racer sluts anymore. He pushes away any girl that comes onto him and I know for a fact that he hasn't BEEN with a girl since the last time you were here. It's pathetic."

"I can't believe it. I thought he'd be whorin' up the whole damn city!"

"Nope. He misses you so much, Lett. When he's not racing, he sits in your room with your clothes and pillow and just holds them. He did this a lot at the beginning. Now, he just sleeps with a shirt of yours. He sometimes pretends that you're still here. He saves places for you and even goes as far as saying, "Wait, everybody. Wait for Letty!" It's awful. Please, please, please come back!" Mia begged. I sighed.

"But so many things have changed, Mi. I'm not the same person as I was with him! I've grown up, I think."

"We all have grown up, Letty. But Dom's grown distant, and he doesn't laugh as much as he used to. He's taken up pot smoking. He sits up in your room sometimes and smokes himself retarded. Please come back and make him stop!"

"Mia, I don't know." My heart began aching for Dom's pain. "Listen. Just think about it. You know you always have a home here and we love you so much."

"Are they upset at us for leavin' and not callin'?" I asked her, referring to the rest of the team.

"They were at first, but everyone got over that and now they miss you more than ever and are wondering if you're still alive."

"Okay, just give Leon and I some time to cancel the rent on our house and pack our shit." Mia began squealing.

"Oh, wonderful! I can't believe it! You guys are coming back to the fort!"

"Wait, I forgot to ask how Vince is," I remembered.

"He's doing okay, his arm was mangled. He has major scarring, and he lost some of the nerve functions. He'll never be able to race good, but he's taking it slow for now." My stomach leapt and the thought of V never being able to rejoin the team.

"Tell everyone that Leon and I love them and we're so sorry. I haven't been doing good, either. I think of Dom and my mother so much, Leon's fucking all kinds of skanks."

"Well, get back here! Your rooms still look the same."

"Okay, well I gotta go. Leon wants to get knee-walking drunk again tonight.tell Dom that I love him, aiight?"

"Okay," Mia said softly. "He's up in your room right now, probably lying on the bed cuddled up with your ratty Fox Racing t-shirt."

"That was my favorite shirt!" I exclaimed, laughing.

"And that's why he's holding it."

"Awww, Mia, we're coming home!"

"Get here soon, okay? Call us as much as you can."

"Okay, later, Mia."

"Bye, Lett." We hung up. I put the phone down on the kitchen table and left the kitchen. I found Leon sitting on the couch, watching an old rerun of Saturday Night Live. I plopped next to him.

"We're goin' home." "Huh?"

"O'Connor got us all off the hook. They want us home!"

"You serious?"

"As a heart attack, man!" I clapped him on the back.

"When do you wanna go?" Leon asked me.

"Soon as possible. We needa cancel the rent on this joint and sell those junk ass cars," I said, referring to my Iroc and Leon's 1984 Cutlass. Then we can get on a plane and go!" I said.

"So are you sure that we won't get arrested the second we step off the plane?" Leon asked me.

"I'm not sure of that, but I doubt it, Le. C'mon, let's get wasted!" Leon followed me to the kitchen and got us some drinks.

"Let's celebrate, dawg. To us, to the team, to L.A., and to GOING HOME!" cried Leon. I began laughing as I chugged a Corona.