"Ephram! You got a package in the mail!" Andy called into the house as he closed the door behind him. The box in his hands was not extremely heavy, but by no means light. As for its size it was quite obviously bigger than a bread box. His son unusually bolted down the stairs with excitement and he took the box from his father and carried it over to the couch. Andy, being curious, grabbed a knife and handed it to Ephram to help with the opening. Ephram opened the package quickly and pulled out pieces of cardboard servicing as insulation. The objects Ephram pulled out from the box, oddly enough, appeared to Andy as a camera body and a few different lenses, as well as a carrying case for all of it.

"Have you taken up photography?" Andy asked curiously. Ephram shook his head, smiling.

"No," Ephram replied placing everything back in the box and bolting upstairs, most likely to his room. Andy sighed and scratched his head.

Jig and Desi were up in Desi's room with the door shut and music on loud enough to drown any words they uttered from the rest of the house. Desi sat cross-legged on her better searching through a small dictionary of quotations. Jig was moving about the room fetching a miniature bright green basketball she had thrown through a miniature hoop attached to the back of Desi's door. Desi had gotten it while she was writing her novel she had found it helpful to beat writer's block.

"Okay, okay! In the 'friends' subject, 'it is not so much our friends' help that helps us as the confident knowledge that they will help us,' Epicurus. That one reminds me of you and Ephram," Desi read. Jig let out a slight chuckle.

"That guy has a weird name regardless," Jig told her. Desi nodded.

"Are you afraid of God?" Desi asked her suddenly. Jig held the basketball in her hands and looked at Desi confused.

"No," was all she replied.

"Death?"

"No."

"The afterlife?"

"No."

"Well then Epicurus would like you. He felt that true happiness comes from conquering fear of those things," Desi informed her. Jig nodded her head in approval slightly. Desi turned back to her book.

"I wonder how many of these fight you and Ephram. 'True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable?" Desi said and she and Jig nodded at each other.

"That one sounds good."

"Okay, how about 'true friendship is never serene?'" Desi asked and Jig just laughed slightly.

"That one definitely does."

"Oh! Okay, 'there are three faithful friends- an old wife, an old dog, and ready money.' Which one do you think you are for Ephram?"

Jig sighed, missing a shot.

"Well, I'm not ready money, that's for sure."

"Yeah."

"Old wives tend to come with a layer of distrust and general hatred…."

"I have an aunt who'll testify to that one. So I guess that leaves…" Desi started. Jig picked up the bright green basketball.

"Woof," she said smiling.

With spring weather attempting to overtake Everwood in conjunction with the typical April humidity, the fog lay so thick on the roads it was hard to drive. Andy managed, however, for some reason the years of navigating New York City streets in the snow and smog, helped him in this case. Or maybe it was the fog lights, Andy wasn't really sure on the subject. He slowed down to  stop at a barely visible red light, and gripped the steering wheel tighter when he was lurched forward anyway. When the light turned green again, Andy and the car behind him pulled over to the side of the road. Andy got out of his car and walked around to look at the back of it, as well as the front of the truck that had rear-ended him. Andy's SUV had one taillight smashed in and the bumper looked like it might come off. Andy had to let out a sigh. For all the money he spent on that car and all of the promises he was given, not to mention all of the pollution the car gave off, the damn thing couldn't take a hit.

The farmer in the pickup truck was already apologizing profusely before he even got out of the car. Andy only waved it off; the damage was nothing he couldn't pay for. He even offered to pay for the damage to the pickup truck but the man wouldn't hear of it and insisted on giving Andy his insurance number. As they drove off, Andy placed the number in a compartment where he knew he'd forget about it.

When Andy pulled into his spot carefully as Harold was getting out of his own car, the Mensa member easily noted the damage, even in the ironically now thinning fog. Harold looked at the damage more out of curiosity than worry for the other doctor's health.

"What happened?" Harold asked him. Andy sighed and shook his head.

"I got rear-ended. Any idea where I can get it fixed?" Andy asked him. Harold had to think for a few seconds before answering him.

"Well, there are a few garages around here, but, for you, I suggest Pancho's. It's on the corner of Dutch and Elmleaf," Harold advised. Andy nodded, thanked him painlessly, and each doctor entered their own particular office.

Ephram and Jig were walking down Everwood's main street, Ephram carrying a bag of groceries and Jig eating a red apple. Ephram had shopping to do and Jig had tagged along. Ein kept up briskly at their feet, ignoring several things he would have found of interest so he wouldn't lose them. Ephram stopped at a fruit stand in front of a store and looked through the oranges. Jig stood next to him and looked around them, as if his bodyguard. Ein, in turn, stopped and was the bodyguard for Jig.

"Can I see the list?" Jig asked and Ephram handed it to her without question. Jig had written the list herself from what Andy had said, and even she had trouble reading it. The fact that Ephram, well, anyone, could read her handwriting surprised her.

"Ephram, oranges aren't on the list."

"I like oranges."

"But they aren't on the list. What if you run out of money on oranges and can't buy the other things?"

"I have Dad's credit card."

"But that's just wasting money," Jig told him. Ephram turned to her and they stared at each other for a bit, both realizing the different worlds they came from. The direction of their eyes changed when two people walked out of the store they were in front of. They were both women, one old and wrinkled with beads elaborately embroidered in her clothes and hair. The other was probably in her early twenties and dressed in a more modern looking style. They were obviously both of Native American origin, the older no doubt the teacher of ancient tales and the younger the listener of them. The old woman surveyed Ephram and Jig quietly and then saw Ein standing at their feet.

"Do you belong to that raccoon?" the woman asked them to their surprise. It was then Ephram noted the raccoon figures stitched onto the old woman's clothes; and the raccoon earrings the young woman wore. Jig nodded.

"Yeah, he followed me home… a few times…" she explained. The old woman smiled and nodded. She elbowed the younger woman who sighed. The younger woman reached into her coat pocket and pulled two necklaces made of thin leather strips, a few beads of smoothened stones, and what looked like a small, silver raccoon as the main adornment.

"My grandmother wishes you to have these," the woman said and handed them each one. Ephram and Jig looked at the necklaces, each other, and then to the two women.

"Um, thank you," Ephram said and Jig nodded in agreement. The old woman smiled at them, and the two walked past the friends onto the sidewalk. Ein made some noise and the old woman turned back and bowed to him slightly, and then continued on her way. Jig and Ephram turned back to each other, shrugged, placed the necklaces in their pockets, and continued arguing about oranges.

Andy drove over to Pancho's garage and found it under a sign that read 'Pancho's: Like You Have A Chioce.' 'Choice' being misspelled. The building itself was somewhat small, the garage was on the ground floor and above it was either offices or an apartment. It looked more like an apartment by what Andy could see of the windows.

Pancho was a nice, middle to late aged man whose ancestors had been some of the original founders of Everwood, before it was called Everwood. Actually, Pancho was Pancho's great-grandfather's name; this Pancho's actual name is Herman. He was generally pleasant and avoided getting grease on Andy's hands. Pancho surveyed the damage with an expert glance and shook his head.

"Mr. Riffel, yeah, that man does this all the time," Pancho told him. Andy looked at him surprised.

"You can tell you ran into me?"

"Yup…" Pancho replied with an all knowing nod.

"Andy?" Penny asked walking down the stairway that led to the floor above the garage. He was quite surprised to see her.

"Hello Penny, what are you doing here?" he questioned giving her one of his trademark polite smiles. She laughed slightly, nervously.

"I Live here, I, own the building…" she explained. Andy remained silent and nodded, keeping his surprise well hidden. Not even Pancho, who could evidently tell everything from nothing, noticed it.

"Really?" Andy asked her. She nodded, placing on her coat.

"Yeah, I got it from my Dad; Pancho here rents the bottom half I live in the top half. Now I hate to greet and leave but I have to go, I'm babysitting Meredith tonight…" Penny said smiling slightly and walking down the street. Now Andy had no problems showing his surprise and, well, utter shock. Pancho laughed with his belly and they started discussing what to do about the bumper and taillight.