"See, here, right here! You don't get animation like that in US cartoons," Jig said as she crouched in front of a TV screen. Amy sat on the couch behind her.

"But what about Pixar and stuff? Their animation is pretty good," Amy said. Jig sighed, shook her head, and sat next to her second cousin on the couch.

"Well, yeah. But that's all computers and stuff. That's science, not art. This, this is all done by hand. Thousands and thousands of individually drawn cells to make only a few minutes…. In CGI it's all done by the computers," Jig told her. Amy nodded, not understanding really but deciding she didn't want Jig to explain it again… for a number of reasons.

"Hello girls…. Can I get you anything?" Dr. Abbott asked walking into the room.

"No Dad."

"No thanks, Harry…" Jig replied. Amy gave her a questioning glance, but Dr. Abbott looked at her with an almost horror stricken stare. Finally he blinked and walked upstairs.

Dr. Abbott walked into the bedroom he and Rose shared to find his wife straightening her dresser. She turned, noticed his entrance, and returned to her tidying. Dr. Abbott sat down on the bed, staring through the doorframe to the hallway wall.

"Hello Harold," Rose said. He didn't respond and she quickly noticed. She settled her hands and turned to him, worried.

"Harold are you alright?" she asked him. He nodded, not turning around to see her.

"Yes, I'm fine. Jig just called me 'Harry,' " he replied. Rose laughed slightly and went back to her tidying once again.

"Okay Harold, where'd you hide her body?" Rose asked him jokingly.

"No, no… It's just… When she said it, she reminded me so much of Kathy…" Dr. Abbott explained. Rose turned to him, frowned, and sat down next to him. She rested her head on her tall husband's shoulder.

"I know how much you cared about Kathy, Harold."

"She protected me from Linda," Harold explained. Rose laughed slightly.

"We all miss her. It was a tragic and unfair thing that happened to us."

"I know that! It's just, well, it threw me off, that's all. She's so much like Kathy," Harold to her. Rose nodded.

"Only she hasn't shot anything yet," Rose said. Harold chuckled slightly and wiped from his eye what the passing stranger might construe as a tear.

Andy sat at his desk, looking at the files that needed to be filled in front of him, but not really seeing them. He was tapping his pen on the top of his head and looking at the book sitting on the edge of his desk. He finally sighed and hurriedly stood up, grabbed the book, and headed to the waiting room. He reached the door and stopped right before his hand touched the doorknob. He rubbed his fingers on the palm of his hand and gripped the book tightly with the others. Finally he gathered strength and walked into the waiting room and over to Edna's desk. The retired Army nurse looked at the book he handed her with a questionable stare.

"Since we don't have anyone here now, can you return this to the library while I work on some paperwork? I have a stack that comes up to my knees and you've been stuck in the office all day…" Andy suggested. Edna narrowed her eyes slightly but took the book, grabbed her leather Army jacket, and left.

Andy paced around the waiting room for a few minutes before the door to the street opened and someone walked inside. She called Andy's name and he turned to her and sighed.

"Lock the door, will you?" he asked. She gave him a familiar questionable glance but obeyed and followed the doctor into his office. He closed the door behind her and motioned for her to sit down. She obeyed the wordless command and he sat in his own chair. They were quiet for awhile before Andy spoke.

"Now Jig, as your physician I do have access to your records from LA," Andy told her. Jig sat somewhat nervously in her chair, playing with the sleeve of her sweater with her fingers. Andy sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk.

"All of your records…. I know what today is for you, and, I have a re-"

"You're not going to tell Ephram, are you?" the now scared girl cut in. Andy sighed and shook his head.

"No. This is between you and me…. But there is something I'd like you to do for me."

"Like blackmail?"

"No, Jig, I'd never blackmail anyone, you know that."

"Right, sorry, I'm just…."

"It's okay, I understand. Well, I don't really, but I can assume, and I'm probably not even close," Andy told her. One corner of Jig's mouth went up slightly and her head tilted to one side in an attempt to seem at ease.

"So what is this… 'something?'" she asked him. He sighed, setting a serious tone for the request.

"There's someone I want you to talk to. You've gone through what she's going through. You can help her like no one else can," Andy told her. Jig bit her lower lip and thought for a moment.

"I…" she started and fell silent again, "alright, I'll talk to her."

Jig had left before Edna returned, and since no question about Jig came from his nurse, Andy assumed they had either missed each other or Jig had covered nicely. When Edna did return from her errand she knocked on open doorway to Andy's office. He looked up from the pile of work that he really did need to do and invited her forward.

"Is there something wrong?" Andy asked her. She shook her head.

"Nah. Penny wanted me to give this to you. Something about it being right up your alley and some other stuff I don't remember," Edna said placing a brown paper bag in front of him, and leaving. Andy smirked at it slightly and picked it up. He pulled the book out. The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett, staring Private Eye Sam Spade. Andy chuckled slightly, set the book down again, and continued with his work, leaving the book for a better time.

Bright sat in his lab once again, not paying attention to much of anything but, dare he ever say it, the apple of his eye. He felt so stupid. Once upon a time, Bright remembered, he was cool, collected, confident, overly confident! But now, the thought of talking to Georgianna turned him into some poor, practically shaking, geek. He was a geek! She turned him into a geek and she didn't even know it! He wanted to get her out of his mind, he wanted to leave her behind and return to what he once was. He just, couldn't. The whole thing really reminded him of Shrek. Well, to make more sense, the ending song is Shrek. How'd it go? "I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her, if I tried." Yeah, that summed it up pretty well. Georgianna did nothing special, but for some reason, despite what she did to him, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He frowned and looked down at his not even touched lab sheet. Really, the worst part of it was, Amy knew. Amy had seen and heard about how he had been acting around Georgianna, how she was like an illness to him. Amy never said anything, or joked about it, but she looked at him in such a way that he knew she was laughing.

In one of those moments people do as teenagers and regret not only years later but while performing the act itself, Bright stood up and walked over to Georgianna's table. Without looking at her directly but more on the rest of the girls, he asked if they had a triple-beam balance. The girls laughed, but Georgianna only had a smirk to show.

"Why? This lab doesn't need one?" some red head asked him. For a moment one could see, upon careful examination, the worry rush by on the other side of his eyes. But, Bright flushed all signs of worry with a typical Bright smile.

"I know, I'm a couple of labs behind. I had other stuff to do," he said. The girls giggled and Georgianna looked up at him from where she sat.

"Sorry, we don't have one," she told him with no malice. He nodded in response, pretending to respond coolly even though he felt somewhat like fainting. Once he sat down he stared at his lab sheet once again but didn't see it. He sighed realizing something. He had been pretending to be cool. All was not right with the world.

When Ephram got home that night after spending his after school hours with Desi, he found his sister in front of the TV watching some movie mentally beneath him, and his father on the phone in the kitchen. In the past, Ephram would have suspected that as soon as the phone was back in its cradle, his father would be off. While the idea did linger in the boy's mind, it stayed there. Andy hung up and smiled at his son slightly before turning to the stove and fiddling with some of the knobs. Ephram picked an apple out of the bowl on the counter, made sure it was real, and took a bite from it.

"What was that about?" he asked. Andy turned briefly to him but kept his attention on the stove. He chuckled slightly.

"Oh, I just made arrangements for Delia to take horse back riding lesson during the summer," the father explained. Ephram nodded in approval, slightly impressed.

"Where?"

"Oh, some place just out of town. She's doesn't know yet, so, shh," Andy told him. Ephram nodded and went to watch TV with his little sister.