Howdy everyone!

Disclaimer: same old thing as last time. (oh, if (for some reason) anyone here reads my Secret Window story - don't expect any updates soon, I don't actually have a plot yet. Oops!)

Sorry its taken a while, but you know - school, homework, watching television . . . Ooooh, there have been so many cool films coming out lately - Troy, The Day After Tomorrow (Jake Gyllehaal - me-ow!) Van Helsing (Dracula, Hugh . . .sigh Aussie Aussie Aussie Oi Oi Oi!!!) (lol) and Harry Potter and the Prisoner Of Azkaban comes out in less than two weeks!! Yay!!!

Thanks all who have been kind enough to read/review my story!

A big plate of Jack cookies go to my great friend Lady Aragorn who has finally updated her wonderful Harry Potter story - after what seemed to be 2 million years!

OK, on with the show . . .

Well, after the incident in the park, things seemed to go back to normal. Joon was still suspicious of course, but decided to let things go . . . for now. But still, something had been nagging her from the back of her mind. What exactly had Ruthy meant when she said 'Yes . . . you will.' . . . Joon shook her head, she had plenty of other things to do than worry about that! Plus, she had to take care of Sam, who hadn't been feeling well.

"Do you want to watch "Gone With The Wind" now?" Joon asked sympathetically while handing Sam a steaming bowl of chicken, orange and paprika soup. Sam nodded shyly as he picked up the soup spoon, smiling weakly. "Thanks Joon" he replied graciously, if somewhat worriedly at the additions to his chicken soup. Joon crouched down in front of him, feeling his forehead. "Aw, my poor Sam" Joon sighed, shaking her head.

Sam still, of course, felt incredibly guilty over everything that he had put Joon through over the past two weeks. He had not even given her a simple explanation. He didn't deserve her sympathy, her love . . . or the scary tasting soup. Before he could feel any more sorry for himself, Scarlet O'Hara appeared on screen. Ah . . .

Joon couldn't concentrate on the film. Not just because Sam kept quoting along during the WHOLE movie, but because she continually asked herself 'what had Ruthy meant'?! 'You know' the voice in her head began 'there are ways of finding out - ' "No, I'm through with the snooping! I'm not freaking Sherlock Holmes you know " Joon snapped at the voice in her head. 'You don't say' the voice sniggered 'you certainly caused a fine scene last time.'
Joon paused. For once, the voice was right. Joon began to inwardly blush. She didn't know what had come over herself. She didn't fight people. Sure, she liked to burn things, and argue. Especially argue - but physically fight?

"After all, tomorrow is another day" Sam cried dramatically along with Vivian Leigh. Joon turned to Sam, who had a big goofy grin on his face. "You know, I think this is one of my all time favourite movies . . ." Sam paused, "Uh, actually, I'd better just say its one of my favourite films from the 1930's." Sam frowned for a second, then grinned once again, nodding in satisfaction. Although Sam had been quoting along with the film, the blank expression on Joon's face hadn't escaped him completely. He knew something was up. He also knew, he was probably the cause of it.

That night, Sam awoke to hear Joon sobbing softly in her sleep. "Sam" she whispered, before beginning to weep in her sleep. What was she dreaming about? Whatever it is, it had something to do with him. And it wasn't good.

At around midnight, Sam slid out of bed and softly padded towards the window. He carefully sat on the sill cross-legged and gazed out at the moon. The light through the window illuminated the handsome features of Sam's face, his unkempt hair appeared to glow from the dazzling moonlight. 'Boy, the moon is sure bright tonight. Hmmm, I wonder if it IS made out of cheese?' Sam pondered in silent wonderment. For the next hour or two, Sam simply sat there, staring out at that big, bright moon. 'What would it have been like for Joon, if we had never met? Would she have been happier?' Sam couldn't help thinking. He knew he had put her through a lot, but there was just cause. But that didn't always matter. Sometimes, you unintentionally hurt the ones you love. Sam pondered profound thoughts for a long time, weighing up the pros and cons. Finally, Sam turned and gazed adoringly at the love of his life. She deserved better. Much better. Blinking away the tears, Sam knew what he had to do.

Joon stretched her arms sleepily. What a horrid nightmare. She had dreamt of the night her parents died, and then followed that nightmare with one where her sweet Sam had left her. How ridiculous. Eyes still closed, a smile upon her lips, Joon rolled over to put an arm around Sam.
The smile faded. Her eyes flicked open. "Sam?" she cried out softly.
No reply.
She bolted upright. "Sam?" she called out, louder this time. Joon dashed down the stairs, searching all the rooms. Desperation was beginning to set in. She ran back upstairs to their room, flinging the doors to the wardrobe open. A scream erupted from her lips. Sam's things were gone. Shirts, trousers, his hat and cane. All gone!
Joon rubbed her temples, head shaking, rocking back and forth. This can't be happening, this can't be happening. 'Finally sent him packin' huh?' The voice inquired cruelly 'Can't say I'm surprised, only . . . that he didn't leave sooner!' Joon struck a thought, throwing on her dressing gown, as she ran towards Ruthy's apartment.
Ruthy, who could hear Joon racing down the stairs, opened her door before Joon had a chance to knock. "Is-he-here?" Joon asked rapidly, poking her head through the doorway. Ruthy placed a sympathetic hand on Joon's shoulder. "I told him not to go, pleaded with him. But he thought it was for the best. He wouldn't listen" Joon simply stared at Ruthy with red rimed eyes. "What?" she whispered. Ruthy pulled an envelope from her pocket, handing it to Joon. "He told me to give you this".

Joon took the envelope tightly, thanked Ruthy and walked slowly back to the apartment. Once inside, she sat down at the table and opened the envelope. A letter, which read:

Deerest Joon,
i m so sorry fore wat I have put you thru. I never ment to hurt you.
I am catching the next train home, I think its fore the best.
You deserv so much beter than me.
I will love you always
Sam.

Joon stared at the letter in disbelief. He was really gone. Of all the days to leave . . . Joon checked her watch - no time to lose! She raced upstairs, threw on a summer dress and dashed out the door in the direction of the train station. She only hoped it wasn't too late!

Was that a cliff hanger? I'm not quite sure. Hope it was.

Thanks again everyone for reading my story - you guys are fantabulous!