"No Desi I swear, he's fine. His stomach hurts a lot but he'll be fine. Why? Because he got drunk off his ass, Desi! Yea, sorry. Oh, he and Dr. Brown had a long talk. Yea, long. Well he wasn't going to ground him, considering everything… 'Considering what?' Uh, well, ask Ephram, or, don't ask Ephram. He'll tell you, I think… Yea just AH!" Jig said into the phone as she walked around the living room. The conversation ended abruptly when Jig slid a window curtain aside and looked out the window. The wireless phone fell to the floor and turned itself off. Irv, Edna, Andy and Ephram ran into the room, hearing her scream.

"What?" Edna asked her, slightly upset that she wasn't in any danger. Ephram looked out of the window and grimaced.

"That is a lot of snow…" Ephram said, as if hearing the panicked words moving through Jig's mind. Jig nodded, wordlessly. Edna looked out the window and frowned. She turned behind her to the two grown men.

"Irv, go check our supplies, Doc, check the local news…" she order. The two men nodded and Irv disappeared. Andy picked up the remote and turned on the TV. He then stopped and turned to Edna.

"What channel is that?" he asked her. Edna sighed and did it for him. Ephram picked up the phone and slowly moved the panicked Jig away from the window and closed the curtain.

"Who were you talking to?" he asked her. She blinked the utter terror out of her eyes and looked at him.

"Desi…" she replied.

"Desi!" he yelled and held the phone to his ear, calling her name into it. He sighed, realizing it had turned off. He looked at Jig.

"Sorry…" she told him.

Andy sat on the couch watching the local weather. He glanced over to see his son dialing a phone. Ephram hadn't told him the details about how exactly he had gotten his hands on liquor, but personally Andy didn't want to know… He hadn't grounded Ephram, he couldn't. Ephram had being drinking because of what day it was, because he had been so sad that he wanted to escape. Andy couldn't really punish him for that. All Andy could do, and did, was tell him not to do it again, and if he defied that, then to come home, and not to Jig's house. But mostly, Andy told him not to do it ever again. He also laid down a rule that if Ephram were to be out later then ten, he had to call, even if he was on a date or something. At ten, Ephram would call.

"So this is a blizzard, huh?" Colin asked as he looked out the window at the mounds of snow that engulfed his house and street. He held a phone to his ear. Amy was on the other end.

"Yea. It's my favorite reason to get out of school," Amy told him and he laughed slightly.

"How long do these things last?" he asked her. She thought about it for a little.

"Well, the last one was about a three or four day driving ban. This one doesn't look that bad. But, these things have a way of sneaking up on you," she explained. He nodded.

"My first snow day," he pointed out.

"Congratulations. At least you got stuck at home…" Amy said. Colin's eyes widened in surprise.

"You're not?"

"Sadly, no. I got stuck at Gino Chang's. My parents decided to have some, family dinner, or something…"

"Gino Chang… I've been there before, right?"

"Yea, we had dinner here last week."

"Oh! Right, the Italian Chinese place. Weird…"

"No kidding, I spent last night on a futon. Oh, a futon is like a thin-"

"I know what a futon is."

"Oh, sorry…" she said and fell silent. Colin laughed a little to cheer her up.

"Hey don't worry about it, Amy. I only learned about it yesterday. Laynie was watching the Travel Channel again," he reassured her.

"Oh," she said and smiled, "well, if she ever thinks of sleeping on one, tell her she might want to change her mind."

"Okay, I will," he told her laughing slightly, "so how's Bright holding up?" he asked her. She laughed slightly.

"Gemma was here on a date…" she told him. Colin flinched.

"Any blood shed?"

"Not yet, but we're on stand by."

"I bet Gino's sales are going up."

"Actually, he's being really nice about it. He's not charging us for anything."

"That doesn't seem like a smart business move."

"Well he's probably thinking of it as an opportunity to build loyal customers."

"Oh yea, want to keep them away from that other Chinese slash Italian restaurant," Colin said and Amy laughed slightly.

"Alright, alright, good point. Maybe he's just being nice."

"Maybe. Well hey, my dad needs to use the phone so, call me later, okay?"

"Yea, I will. Say hi to Laynie for me."

"I will. Say hi to Bright for me."

"I will. Talk to you later."

"Bye Amy," Colin said and hung up. He handed his father the phone and walked up to his room.

Ephram lay on the Harper's couch still clad in a blue bathrobe, and reading some of Jig's manga collection. He was surprised by how small her collection was, actually. It was half the size of his. He looked up as a pile of clothes fell on his lap.

"Here are your clothes," Jig said as she set the basket filled with clothes she was carrying on the couch armrest. Ephram almost laughed looking at her in her 'housekeeper' mode with her sleeves rolled up and an orange bandana wrapped around her head.

"Aw, and the bathrobe was doing wonders for my image," he told her, looking through the pile of clothes on his lap. She laughed.

"Sorry Mr. Hefner," she said and turned to walk away with her basket.

"Uh Jig," he called after her. She turned around and sighed embarrassed when she saw the bra he was pulling out of the pile of clothes she had thrown on him. She walked over, grabbed it from his hand, and threw it in her basket.

"That never happened," she told him. He nodded.

"Right," he said, but laughed as she walked away toward her room.

Delia sat at Nina's kitchen counter with Meredith in her lap. Sam sat next to her and together the three of them watched Nina making them lunch. Sam directed most of his attention to the sandwiches while the majority of Delia's attention went to the baby cooing in her arms. Meredith took a few locks of Delia's hair into her hand and pulled slightly. Delia cringed but remained silent. She held the baby's hand and slowly removed her hair from the baby's grasp.

"Oh, sorry about that. Meredith has this thing for hair," Nina apologized.

"It's okay, it didn't hurt…" Delia reassured her.

"She pulls Mommy's hair all the time," Sam told her.

"Yea she's a little devil. Here you go guys. Give her to me," Nina said placing plates in front of the two and taking Meredith from Delia. The phone rang and Nina picked it up, Meredith taking a firm hold of a lock of her hair.

"Hello?" she asked into the phone, holding it against her face with her shoulder, freeing her hand to remove her hair from the baby's grasp.

"Oh, hi Andy. She's fine, we're just sitting down for lunch. No, it's no problem, really. She's been great. We have a spare room for her. Yea. Yea. I'll have her call you back when she's done. Okay, Yea that's fine. You're at Edna and Irv's right? That must be fun. Yea, okay. Talk to you later Andy," Nina said and hung up. She walked over and set Meredith down in her high chair and placed a bowl of food in front of her. The phone rang again and Nina sighed and picked it up.

"I told you she's fine, Andy. Oh! Carl! I'm sorry, I just- Well we're snowed in and I'm looking after his kid. Probably. A week, why? What? You are? Oh honey that's great! No, no, I'll get him right now. Do you want to talk to him? Oh, okay here he is. Sam, wanna talk to your daddy?" Nina asked. Sam yelled out in the affirmative, jumped from his seat, and over to the phone. She handed it to him and he started chattering away in it. Nina walked back over to Meredith with a wide smile taking over her lips. She turned to Delia, who was smiling at her, not wanting to ruin her good mood.

"Carl's coming home. My husband's coming home…" she said rubbing the back of Meredith's head gently.

"I'm glad," Delia told her. Nina let out a small laugh and covered her face with her hand, as if she was some teenage girl, concealing a blush.

"Thank you," Nina said placing a bottle in front of Meredith.

Desi was taking this time away from school to sit herself in front of her computer, typing away at what she was sure would become a world renown story someday. She was just on the verge of finishing it to. Kamala was facing down the man who had set her up. In her mind Desi could see the setting, the flow of Kamala's clothes as her legs and arms swung in a disciplined and effective manner. Desi could see the fight scene playing in front of her. The loud heartbeats, the swift movements, the sound of flesh against flesh, pounding mercilessly at each other, fighting for honor and revenge. Desi could see it as she knew she could never describe it. She hated that. She could imagine such great scenes in her mind, but she couldn't write it. When she had to adapt it to a screenplay, it'd be worse. Maybe she could direct it too. Then she could bring her images to life like she wants to. Desi sighed and saved her novel. A movie was a long way off, though.