( Two years after Jackie is pronounced dead;1985)

The blizzard had picked up greatly. The snow was coming down so hard that it was too hard to see. The roads were closed and school had been cancelled for the rest of the week. Ashley sat in her playpen playing with her toys while her father was busy making phone calls to Fordham to make sure that his classes were cancelled for the day. Ashley started throwing her toys out of her playpen. Eric went over to the playpen and picked the toys back up and threw them into the playpen. He went back over to the phone and Ashley threw them back out of the playpen.

"Ashley you need to learn to keep your toys your playpen." Eric said to her.

"Eric I don't think she can understand you." Donna said to him.

"If I keep telling her though maybe she'll start to understand me." Eric said to her.

"Eric she' just a kid leave her alone." Donna said.

"Donna could you be quiet; I'm trying to make sure that I don't have to somehow find my way to work." Eric said.

Donna shuck her head at him and lifted Ashley out of her playpen. Christmas was only a couple of weeks away and she had already gone shopping for Ashley and her husband. Ashley was beginning to show that she was indeed going to look just like her mother. She had red hair and green eyes. Unlike most babies, she was not at all chubby. She loved to tease her father by throwing her toys at him. It made her so happy to watch him pick them up and throw them back in while she would throw them back out as soon as he walked away. Donna had quit working; she was going to go back to work as soon as Ashley was old enough to go to school. In the meantime, like any other professor, she did a lot of publishing to keep herself busy. Ashley had become a real inspiration for her most of her writings.

Eric got off of the phone and went over to sit next to Donna and Ashley. Ashley was beginning to fall asleep; so Donna decided to put her down for a little winter nap. She came back into the living room once she laid Ashley down. She sat down next to Eric when all of the sudden the phone rang. Eric and Donna curled up next to each other and had the answering machine take the call.

"Honey, it's me your mom. I was just calling to invite you down for Christmas. I think it's time to put what happened to Jackie in the past. I haven't seen you, Donna, or my granddaughter in two years. I think it's time to burry the hatchet. Call me back as soon as possible. Bye." Kitty said over the phone.

"Wow Eric I kind of think she's sincre. Maybe we should reconsider for ours sake and Ashley's sake." Donna said to him.

"Donna no. She might want to make up with us but what about Hyde when was the last time any of us have seen him. She brought this on herself by not telling him the truth. Now he has broken ties with us and we don't know where he is." Eric said to her.

"Yeah I guess your right; but, I think we should discuss it more before we decide on no." Donna said to him.

The wind was blowing feriously outside. He was stuck in traffic; this was not a good day. Hyde had returned to NY after learning of Jackie's death. He made sure to cut off all ties with his friends. He had to for his sake; it was the only way to move on with his life. There was something that always bothered him about her death. That night in the hospital was too real for him. He worked for the NY Times, just like his plan was to do all along. Not long after being released out of the hospital, he learned about Dr. Rose's escaped from prison. This led him to believe that Dr. Rose had tried to come after Jackie in the hospital. Dr. Rose had not yet to be caught and Hyde decided that it was up to him to catch her. The authorities were doing a lousy job at solving the case. It was like they didn't know what they were doing. Hyde was driving down to Wisconsin for Jackie's autopsy report and to visit her grave. He had bought four dozen roses for her grave. For the past two years, he had come down to Wisconsin to place roses on her grave. He was happy to see that someone had managed to keep her grave filled with flowers. There was not a time that he didn't see a single flower on her grave. It was always covered-up; that's the way it should be in his mind.

Hyde arrived at the hospital and made his way down the familiar hallway to the coroners office.

"Excuse me, my name is Stephen Hyde I'm a reporter from the NY Times. We talked on the phone." Hyde said to the receptionist.

"Yes Mr. Hyde, I went through the records and looked for a Jackie Burkehart and I came up with nothing. In fact, I didn't even come up with a death certificate. I don't understand; It's like she's not even dead." The receptionist said.

"What there's no record at all?" Hyde asked in confusion.

"Yes that's right Mr. Hyde there's nothing." The receptionist said.

Hyde walked back down the hallway and to his car. There was someone he had to talk to. Kitty and Red were sitting in their living room watching TV. The past two years had been lonely without any of the kids coming around anymore. The doorbell rang and Kitty sprang from her position on the couch to answer it; it was Hyde.

"Oh my gosh...Red it's Stephen." Kitty said in surprise to see him.

"Mrs. Foreman can I come in I need to talk to you." Hyde said.

"Yes, of course you can." Mrs. Foreman said to him.

"Mrs. Foreman I went over to the hospital to get Jackie's autopsy reports and guess what there was nothing not even a death certifticate. Why is that?" Hyde asked her.

" I don't know why that is; hold on a minute the phone is ringing inside." Kitty said to him.

Kitty went inside she hoped it was for her. She picked it up and was happy to here the voice she had been waiting to here in a long time.

"Jackie how are you? Is everything going good for you." Kitty asked her.

"Yes it is. I can't thank so much for giving me a second chance. I can't wait to come home." Jackie said over the phone.

Jackie wasn't dead; she was doing better than Hyde could ever imagine.