Ephram sat at the piano in the Harper's house, playing a song lodged very well into his memory. It was Mozart, or someone. A few yards behind him Andy stood watching his son, nodding his head in amazement as the music filled the entire house. Jig stood next to him, smiling at her friend's talent, and holding a phone in her hand. Desi was on the other end, listening. She was going through some type of, Ephram withdrawal, or something, and Jig was humoring her.

When Ephram was finished playing Andy clapped and Jig voiced her enjoyment, unable to clap. Ephram stood up, bowed jokingly, and walked over to Jig. She handed him the phone and he held it to his ear and walked away from them. Andy chuckled slightly.

"Ah to be young and in love," Andy said. Jig laughed slightly.

"I have enough trouble with just the first one," Jig told him and he smiled.

"Any news from Orrie?" he asked her.

"A letter or two."

"That's good. How are your legs?"

"Fully healed. Haven't had any problems for a while," she said. He nodded and looked down at her.

"Thanks for taking care of him," Andy told her. She waved it off.

"It seemed like he needed me," she reassured him.

"No, I mean, for always taking care of him," Andy specified. Jig smiled.

"I know," she told him. He chuckled and shook his head.

Desi was currently suffering from an extreme case of boredom. Her parents made her get off the phone, and she wasn't in a writing mood. So, she sat at her desk, painting her fingernails and toenails with White Out. Ah the pastimes of the bored. Desi had never painted her nails with a tiny sponge things before, it was interesting, but easier. She didn't have to worry about a stray bristle ruining the look. Plus the sponge was even and symmetrical; she didn't have to worry about the odd shape of it. God she was bored…

Since they had all of this spare time on their hands, Jig, again in "house keeper mode" complete with handkerchief, decided to take down the curtains and wash them. Back in LA Jig was in charge of cleaning the house, since her mom had to work so much. She really couldn't stand it if she had free time and there was work to be done. The truth of the matter was, Jig never really had free time. She was always working, or cleaning, or doing schoolwork, or practicing music, now that she had free time, she really didn't know what to do. So she did the curtains. Maybe after she washed them she'd stitch them up a little, they could use it. Anyway, she walked into the guestroom and gasped seeing Ephram sprawled out on the bed, asleep. Quietly she walked over to the curtains, placed her ladder, and removed them. As she carried the basket and ladder out of the room, passing by Ephram in the bed, she bit her lower lip. This was definitely something she could build mischief on.

It was about four when Ephram woke up. He felt better than he had before he took the nap, and he felt hungry. No one had let him eat anything but soda crackers so far, and he was hungry for something a little less good for him. He yawned loudly and opened his eyes. He let out a large gasp as he stared into the eyes of a giant stuffed monkey in the bed next to him. He then calmed down as he recognized the thing. Jig had won it at some winter festival or something. He sighed and picked it up as he got out of bed. He did for a second turn behind him and noticed that the curtains were missing, but he was too preoccupied with the monkey to really care.

He carried the monkey down the hall and into the living room where Edna, Irv, and Andy were watching TV.

"Have you seen Jig?" he asked them. Edna turned to look at him while the men continued to watch what was evidently a hockey game.

"She's taking a shower upstairs," Edna told him. He nodded and hopped up the stairs, still with the monkey.

Of course he had no intention of disturbing Jig's shower. Actually the thought of doing so made him cringe. He liked Jig, and he liked Jig best when she was fully clothed. But, just to get back at her for the monkey in his bed, he sat the monkey right in front of the bathroom door and went back downstairs, waiting for her screams.

Well Jig didn't scream, she just smirked, grabbed the monkey, and walked downstairs. The other four people in the house were gathered around the TV watching the Rangers beating the Sabres. She dumped the monkey on Ephram's lap and went into her room to change. Ephram only hugged the monkey and continued watching the game, not answering any of the looks he received from the other three.

"Well the food must be good," Jig said in the phone as she stood in front of a mirror, holding a shirt to herself, seeing how it looked. Amy was on the other end of the phone.

"It is, but you get tired of it after awhile. So how are things going there?" Amy asked her. Jig sighed.

"Okay I guess. I'm actually beginning to miss fresh air, I've grown accustomed to it," Jig told her and Amy smiled.

"I can imagine Ephram is having the same problem," Amy said.

"Yea well, how's Colin?" Jig asked, not forgetting the fact that once, Ephram loved Amy.

"Oh he's fine. It's his first blizzard," Amy said smiling. Jig smiled too.

"Yea, I've had more experience with them than he has. How'd that happen?" Jig asked and Amy laughed slightly.

"Through an odd turn of events…" Amy said and they both fell silent for a few moments, remembering those events. Then Amy spoke up.

"So what are you doing now?" she asked.

"I'm talking to you on the phone," Jig told her. Amy laughed.

"No, I mean, besides talking to me…"

"Oh. I'm getting dressed; I just got out of the shower. What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to solve the maze on this place mat," Amy said and Jig laughed.

"I hope you get out okay," Jig said and Amy laughed.

"Thanks I appreciate it."

"Oh hold on," Jig said as she placed the phone down and put on a T-shirt. She picked the phone up again.

"Okay, where were we?" Jig asked her.

"I think this place is haunted," Amy said. Jig narrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"Did you continue the conversation without me?" Jig asked her and Amy laughed.

"No, new topic. At night there are these sounds like someone is walking around upstairs," Amy explained.

"So, people are probably walking around upstairs."

"Yea, but by upstairs I mean the roof," Amy said. Jig bit her lower lip.

"Well then why didn't you just say the roof?"

"I don't know… Anyway, it's creepy. I mean, there's three feet of snow on the roof!" Amy told her.

"Well I don't think it's ghosts."

"Then what do you think it is?"

"Well if it's anything it's the abominable snowman," Jig said. Amy sighed smirking.

"Finish changing Jig, I'll talk to you later."

"See ya Amy," Jig said smiling and then both hung up. Jig finished dressing and walked out of her room.

"Oh, watch it! Watch it!" Ephram yelled as he, Jig, and Andy tried setting up an old army cot in Jig's room, so Ephram could get a good night's sleep. Jig yelled out in surprise and stepped backward as a metal bar flung up. She frowned as she clutched her left hand.

"Ow…" she whined. Andy walked over to her.

"Let me see," he told her. She showed him her left hand, or more specifically, the cut on it.

"That looks like it hurt," he told her. She nodded.

"Come with me into the bathroom, I'll clean it for you," he told her.

"Thanks Doc," she said, giving Andy pause, as Jig without knowing had sounded much like Edna for the moment.

"No problem. Ephram, don't hurt yourself," Andy said. Ephram frowned as his whining best friend and father left the room. He sighed and gave the somewhat organized pile of metal and cloth in front of him a kick. The result of the kick was a piece of metal springing up, causing Ephram to fall backward onto the floor in surprise.

Irv, Edna, and Andy were sitting in the living room, the two younger residents already to bed. The three decided against playing Monopoly again, for the general well being of all. They were playing poker instead. Edna was winning, and whether that was by chance or by plan no one discussed. Every now and then Andy would glance backward at Jig's door, then back to his cards and sigh, shaking his head.

"They're fine Doc," Edna reassured him. Andy looked at her and nodded, with a quick glance back to Jig's door.

"I know, that's what worries me. He's a fifteen-year old boy sleeping in the same room as a fifteen-year-old girl and I have no doubt that they're fine. That worries me…" Andy confessed. Edna and Irv chuckled slightly.

"Would it help if you thought of it as Ephram being loyal to Desi?" Edna asked him. Andy thought about it for a second or two and nodded, satisfied.

"Yes! Yes it would. There's nothing wrong with him, he's just a loyal and trustworthy person, I like that."

"Good, now how many cards do you want?" Edna asked him.

"Oh, two," he said trading his cards for the ones she handed him.

"When Mack was here he'd have a new girlfriend every week. He must have dated half the high school by the time he graduated," Irv said chuckling slightly.

"The female half right?" Edna asked him and he chuckled again.

"Yea. Geez that boy couldn't keep a girlfriend…"

"Linda was the same way with boys. We must have eaten with every single boy in that school at some point or another," Edna said.

"How is Linda?" Irv asked her. Edna nodded.

"She's good, still in Seattle."

"Which novel is she on now?"

"The sixth."

"Wow…" Irv said shaking his head. Andy watched the two of them smiling. He had heard of Linda Abbott before, but nothing much past it, so he found this conversation interesting.

"Wasn't there a movie deal in the works for one of them?" Irv asked her.

"It fell through. She doesn't care though, they would have butchered it."

"Hm, I hate it when they do that. Why didn't she come up for Christmas?"

"In Paris," Edna explained. Andy nodded.

"Paris is good that time of year," Andy told them. They both looked at him. He cleared his throat.

"Three cards," he said placing his discards on the table.