Jig laid back and closed her eyes, smiling. She adjusted her sunglasses and felt the brilliant sun warm her from head to toes. Slowly she ran her fingers through the sand under her. She was on a beautiful sandy beach wearing her favorite turquoise bikini and really enjoying it. She loved the feeling of the sun warming her bare skin, and listening to the sound of the waves rolling onto the beach a few feet away from her. She couldn't remember when she last felt so peaceful.

"Ju-liet," she heard whispered from far away. A little confused and worried she sat up and lifted up her sunglasses. She looked around the empty beach. She saw nothing but sand and waves.

"Ju-liet," she heard the same male voice say, the sound seemingly riding on the wind. She stood up and walked out of the safety of her umbrella. She saw nothing so she ran down to the water's edge, just as the current wave reached her toes.

"Juliet dear, why are you so far away?" the voice called again.

"What?" Jig yelled, "who are you?"

"Why don't you know me, my dear Juliet?" the male voice said.

"Where are you!" she yelled, beginning to panic.

"Come into the water, Juliet, come to me," the voice said. Jig looked across the water to see a blurry white figure standing on it, about fifty feet away from her. Motivated by fear and wonder Jig ran into the water. She ran until moving through the water became too hard so she dove in and began swimming toward the white figure standing on the surface of the water. No matter how much she struggled to get to the figure, she felt a force, pulling her to the ocean floor. She struggled to reach the surface but felt the waters' currents swirling her around like some untamed force until finally, everything went black.

When Jig opened her eyes again, she saw the sun shinning down on her. She sat up, proving to herself that she was on the beach again. Instead of the bikini was wore a long, light, flowing dress that moved gently when the wind touched it. She heard the waves and felt the water briefly touched her toes and recede back to where it came from. She felt a tap on her right shoulder and looked over to see a glass with some red liquid in it being handed to her.

"Here," a voice said. She took the drink and looked up to see Ephram sitting down next to her, dressed in a long sleeved, black shirt and jeans, his normal clothes. But despite his odd manner of dress for a beach, he didn't look uncomfortable. He sat down next to her, a drink for himself in his hands. He gazed out at the ocean and smiled.

"It's been forever since I've been on a beach like this. How about you?" he asked, turning to her. She was still a little confused.

"What? Oh, I don't know," she said. He nodded and turned back to the ocean. He sighed deeply.

"I really like it better at sunset, you know? Because you can see all of the colors dancing on the water, it's like three sunsets. When I was little, and we'd go on vacation to Florida, I remember watching my dad walk on the beach at sunset. It was the only time I saw him as something human, you know? He wasn't some great doctor, or even my father, he was just a man on the beach, wrapped in his own thoughts."

"Your dad?" Jig asked him. He nodded.

"Yea. I remember thinking how much I wanted to know what went on in his head. What he thought about. What kind of a man he was."

"What kind of a man…" Jig said, narrowing her eyes, thinking. She looked up at him.

"Ephram, where are we?" she asked him. He turned back to her, and smiled.

"On a beach, that's just like every other beach."

"Then where are all of the people?" she asked him.

"This is your beach, Juliet. The only people who can come here are the people you want to be here," he explained. He leaned forward and pointed to her left, "see." Jig looked over and saw her mother sitting in a lounge chair under an umbrella and wearing a bathing suit, sunglasses, and a big straw hat. She was reading a book in her hands.

"Mom?" Jig asked. Ephram nodded.

"She'll always be here, Juliet, for as long as you want her to be," Ephram told her. Jig turned back to him.

"How did she get here?" Jig asked him.

"You wanted her here," he explained.

"How did you get here?" she asked. Ephram smiled.

"You wanted me here."

"JIG!" Ephram yelled and Jig shot up. She rubbed her eyes and looked across the table at Ephram who was looking at her. Suddenly the calmness of the beach was substituted for the hectic noise of the high school cafeteria.

"What?" she asked. Ephram and Desi laughed slightly.

"Are you okay? I didn't think it was possible to fall asleep at lunch," Desi asked her, smiling. Jig nodded.

"Yea, I just, I had the weirdest dream…" she said.

"About what?" Desi asked her, curious. Jig shook her head.

"No, nothing, never mind. How long was I asleep?" she asked.

"About ten minutes. Bright wanted to put a paper cup on your head but we scared him off with our amazing wit," Ephram told her. She smiled.

"Oh that family of mine…" she said.

"All of my cousins live in France, so they have to be annoying, they don't have a choice," Desi said and Jig and Ephram laughed. Jig sighed and looked over Ephram's shoulder.

"So Colin's home, huh?" she asked. Desi and Ephram looked behind themselves.

"Yea. You know, he's a pretty cool guy," Ephram told her. Jig nodded.

"He looks lost," Jig observed.

"Yea well, he is…" Desi told her. Jig shook her head and turned to Ephram.

"You know Ephram, you and I lost our mothers, but Colin lost his entire life. That's including his entire family, all of his friends, everything. It's kind of weird, though. Colin has lost everything we've gained," Jig pointed out. Ephram nodded, and so did Desi. Ephram leaned in close to Desi.

"Jig has this uncanny ability to make sense all the time," Ephram told her. Desi laughed and Jig kicked him.

Delia and Murasaki stood on Delia's front yard, waiting for Hasina to come. Delia was eagerly looking down the road and jumping up and down. Murasaki stood quietly, glad that her friend was happy, but not very happy herself. She had no reason to be unhappy, but she was. Actually, she did have a reason, what she lacked was a good reason. The fact of the matter was, Murasaki had never really had a friend before. And now she had Delia. But in a few minutes, she might not have Delia anymore. She trusted Delia as much as she had ever trusted anyone before in her life, but, as is everyone when faced with the idea of losing something they love, she was scared.

"You're going to love Hasina, Murasaki. She's so much fun. When we were little, we created this game, and you can play it with us. We'll teach you," Delia told her. Murasaki nodded, but said nothing. Dr. Brown and Ephram walked out onto the front yard to await Hasina's arrival as well.

"It sure was nice of Adolfo and Asha to bring Hasina all the way out here just so she could see you," Dr. Brown told her. Delia nodded.

"Hasina always had a way of getting what she wants," Ephram told him but didn't elaborate. Delia laughed slightly.

"Delia, is that them?" Murasaki asked pointing to a van moving slowly down the street to their house. Excitedly Delia stepped into the road and started waving her arms in the air. The driver of the van, seeing her, moved faster and stopped right in front of their house. The back door opened before the van came to a stop and the Black/Hispanic girl ran toward Delia at mach two.

The two girls started hugging each other and jumping up and down amongst a barrage of joyful screams. Murasaki looked down at her shoes. Two people emerged from the van, one closing the back door. They both walked over to Dr. Brown and Ephram and shook their hands. Then the four of them watched the two girls sharing a moment of utter, childhood bliss.

"How was your trip?" Dr. Brown asked the tall, dashing Mexican.

"The peanuts sucked," he replied and Dr. Brown chuckled. The dignified looking African woman slapped her husband's arm.

"Oh don't listen to Adolfo, he's a big fool. He slept the entire flight, no matter how hard Hasina-baby and I poked him," Asha said with such a rich accent one could only admire it. Adolfo laughed and rubbed his hands together for warmth.

"Though, Andy, you really can pick the spots. It's beautiful here, even if I am freezing my huevos off," Adolfo said and chuckled slightly. Asha hit him again.

"Well I'm glad you got to see it," Dr. Brown said, knowing they would understand that was him thanking them for brining his daughter's best friend to see her. Asha and Adolfo nodded in perfect understanding.

"Hasina-baby has a way of getting what she wants," Asha told him, smiling. Ephram laughed slightly and looked at the ground. Dr. Brown still didn't get it. But, that wasn't important.

"So how long are you guys staying for?" Dr. Brown asked them.

"Only a week, I'm afraid. Asha has a big meeting in New York, and my parents are coming up for a visit," Adolfo said. Dr. Brown nodded.

"Come on Hasina, I'll show you all of my new hats!" Delia said grabbing Hasina by the wrist and dragging her up the steps and into the house. After a few moments Dr. Brown, Asha, and Adolfo walked into the house too. Ephram looked down at Murasaki, who had obviously been forgotten.

"Come on, I'll walk you home," he told her, walking down the sidewalk. She nodded her head and followed him, holding back tears.

"Who are the Everwood Cast?" Hasina asked Delia, looking at Delia's wall of caps. Delia smiled, running her fingers over where Bright had written his name.

"The high school's football team."

"And who are the Everwood Miners?" Hasina asked.

"The high school's basketball team," Delia said smiling.

"No girl's teams?" Hasina asked her surprised. Hasina was only nine but a devout feminist, well, she was a devout what a nine-year-old would think a feminist is. Delia shrugged.

"Well, there's this boy…" she confessed. Until now, she had never let anyone know about, 'the crush,' but this was Hasina, her best friend in the entire world. Hasina smiled. She might be a feminist, but she was also a nine-year-old girl.

"A boy? In high school!" Hasina said excitedly. Delia nodded but motioned for her to be silent.

"You can't tell anyone, okay?" Delia told her. Hasina nodded and placed a hand on her chest.

"I promise. So who is he?" Hasina asked and the two girls started giggling.

The three grown ups downstairs could hear the girls' giggles and Adolfo let out a long sigh.

"They grow up so fast, don't they Andy?" Adolfo asked as Dr. Brown poured his two guests some tea. Yes, Dr. Brown knew how to make tea.

"What do you mean, Adolfo? Delia hasn't grown up that much," Dr. Brown said, but as he said it instances came to mind that proved him wrong a hundred times.

"Oh sure she is. Those giggles, they're talking about boys," Adolfo told him. Dr. Brown frowned.

"Boys?" he asked. Adolfo nodded.

"Yea, you're a doctor, you know what a 'boy' is," he replied laughing. Dr. Brown nodded.

"Right, boys…"

"Look, Andy, Delia's nine years old. That's a perfectly natural age for a girl to be giggling about boys. I giggled from ages seven to seventeen," Asha reassured him. Dr. Brown nodded.

"Right, boys…" he said and turned away from them to place the teapot back on the stove. Asha slapped Adolfo.

"Look what you did!" she told him.

"What?" Adolfo asked, confused.