A/N: Hey, thanks for reviewing! That was exactly what I needed. I'll try to make the chapters longer, and I have taken off the 'no anonymous reviewers' thing. (Thanks for the tip!) Anywho, here's the third chapter. Oh, and before I forget, I have a Labyrinth fanfic just in case you're interested. I think the chapters are longer too! :)

Chapter Three

After leaving Montgomery's Bookshop, Chris had spent most of the morning walking around town. There were so many different places, and she hadn't been able to appreciate them the day before seeing she had a house to find.

It was about twelve-thirty when Chris stomach had growl, and she got angry for skipping breakfast this morning. She had been in such a hurry to get to the bookstore, she had totally forgot. Taking note that she was on Hickory Street, she headed for the closest diner: Frosty's Malt-shop.

Chris felt as though she had stepped back in time when she pulled the malt-shop's door open, and a familiar little bell rang over her head. She glanced around, and noticed that nothing seemed to change much.

Frosty, or Forest Bailey, or whoever owned Frosty's now, still kept the counters a shining white. All the seats at the booths and the covers on the stools by the counter were a sparkling red, which was cover by a plastic-like substance. And the floor was still checkered of black and pink tile.

Chris walked up to the counter, and instantly a young teenage boy appeared from the back-kitchen to take her order. "May I help you?"

"Yes," Chris replied, smiling at the boy, "I was wondering if you could tell me if Mr. Bailey still works here?"

The cheerful boy's fell somewhat and answered in a saddened tone, "I hate to be the one to tell you this, Miss, but Mr. Bailey passed away a few years back."

"Oh, I see. Wait, did you know him?"

"Yes, I'm his grandson, Phillip. My father owns the business now."

Chris nodded. "Well, thank you, Phillip. I'm Chris."

"You're very welcome, Chris. Now is there anything you'd like to order."

"I'll just have a chocolate shake."

Chris took a seat on one of the stools, and stared blankly at the counter. Maybe things 'weren't' exactly as they had been the last time she had lived here.

"Here you go." Phillip smiled as her set the milkshake down in front of Chris.

Chris muttered a 'thanks', and continued to silently think about what had and hadn't changed in Shady Brook.

When the last of the shake was gone from the bottom of Chris' glass, she stood and left the proper amount of money on the counter. Phillip said good-bye to her as he picked up the money and empty glass, and wiped the counter in front of the place where she had been sitting.

Chris decided she needed a little something to make her feel more at home. Passing the different shops, her eyes soon fell upon the perfect thing: red roses. Dark, dark red roses. They were her favorite flower.

She quickly grabbed a dozen of them and paid. Maybe Chris was doing things a little too quickly because as soon as she was back on the street, she wasn't watching where she was going, and smacked right into someone. The both fell to the ground, and the flowers flew from Chris' hands.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" came the high-pitched voice of the person Chris had bumped into. "Here let me help you."

Chris looked up from the cement to see a hand right in front of her face. She "gratefully" took it, and brushed herself off. Then she finally looked at the person she had knocked over. The girl was bent over picking up the roses.

'Wait a minute!' a voice in Chris' head yelled. 'Those blue eyes? That blonde hair? It can't be! Can it?'

"Megan?"

"Huh?" the girl jerked her head up. "Um, yes. And you are...?"

"Megan!" Chris exclaimed, throwing her arms around her. "It's me, silly! Chris, Chris Davis!"

"Chris?" Megan repeated suddenly recognizing her. "Oh, wow! Where've you been?"

"After Papa died, I moved in with my aunt in Austin, Texas. I just bought a house on Cobble Drive."

"That's great! Oh, do you know how much I missed you?"

Chris looked at Megan's face and couldn't help smiling. Even though Megan was four years younger than her, they had always gotten along well. Chris was just happy that Megan had remembered her. Chris left when she was nine, and Megan had been quite young. But now, wasn't the time to think about that. They had a lot of catching up to do! "Do you know how much I missed this town?" she asked softly to know one in particular

"Speaking of your father," Megan began, not paying attention to what Chris had said, and interrupting Chris' thoughts, "have you been to the theatre yet? You'll be surprised to find how so much has changed and yet stayed the same."

"No," Chris replied, finally giving Megan her full attention. "No the theatre is one place I haven't been back to. In fact, I haven't been there since my father was still performing. He played beautifully..."

"Oh, yes," Megan agreed, "I remember how talented he was with a violin."

"Does your mother still teach ballet there?"

"Mmm-hmm. Hey, I know! We're performing this Friday! I can get you a ticket if you'd like. And you can come to rehearsals. I'm sure mother will let you come back to the dressing rooms. Oh, it will be just like the old days! You know? Goofing around backstage, attempting to "quietly" cheer your father on as he performed, all the while my mother telling us to hush!"

"Oh, that would be splendid!" Chris smiled again for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. "What time shall I need to be there for the rehearsals?"

"Thursday from six to eight. And the performance is at nine on Friday."

"Great! It won't interfere with my job; I'm working for Mr. Montgomery just like Papa."

Just as Chris turned to leave, Megan added, "Oh, and Chris? Do be ready for some surprises. You never know who'll show up at rehearsals..."

A/N: There you have it. Hope it was longer. If not, it's back to the drawing boards for me. Oh, well. Chap. 4 should be posted soon. Please Review!