Fox looked out the window of the airplane as it began making its descent into Harmony.

He had only been gone a few days, but this place already felt strangely unfamiliar to him.

Maybe it was because of everything that had happened since he left.

He and Teresa had found love in each other, and had grown closer than ever before.

It's funny how life works out sometimes.

Here he was, moving on from Whitney, falling deeply in love with Teresa, the woman he was sure was his destiny.

And then Whitney comes back into his world.

Oh Cruel Fate.

He looked over at Teresa to his left. Her eyes stared off into the distance, her face pale and bleak.

Her best friend was dying.

After everything that happened to her, after she finally got a fresh start, found some happiness, this happens.

Fox hated everything as he looked at her. Life, God, fate...

But most of all he hated himself.

He couldn't bring himself to comfort the woman he loved when she needed it most.

He was to busy comforting himself.

"Jesus Fox," he mumbled under his breath.

He closed his eyes, wondering why if he didn't have feelings for Whitney, did he feel like this?

Teresa looked over at Fox as he mumbled something, She watched him shut his eyes and lean his head back against his seat.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead, and tried to relax. She had a bitter taste in the back of her throat. At first she thought she was going to be sick.

Then she realized what it was.

Jealousy.

Teresa hated herself. Her best friend was home, only a miracle could save her...

And all she could do was wonder if Fox was thinking about her.

She hated how her and Fox hadn't spoken since they heard the news. They never even made eye contact.

Teresa knew he was thinking about Whitney. How could he not be? He had loved her once, and even though he denied it, Teresa always had the suspicion he still did.

She knew that Fox loved her. She knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

But there was always the question of what if that haunted her dreams.

What if Fox met someone else? What if Fox realized that everyone Teresa touched turned to dust?

What if Whitney came back in the picture?

She had always worried about it, but never thought it would happen quite like this.

She wiped her eyes as she leaned back, consumed in her thoughts, and wondered if the ghost of what if would always haunt her.

"Welcome to Harmony! We hope you enjoyed your flight."

Fox and Teresa were both brought back to reality as people began exiting the plane.

He looked at her, his eyes meeting hers for the first time.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

Teresa didn't answer, taken back by how much he didn't even sound like himself.

It's already happening she thought.

"Teresa?"

"Yea, I'm ready," she sighed as she stood up. She got out of her seat and waited for Fox to reach her bags for her, just like he had in New York.

She hung her head as she watched him grab his own bag and walk off the plane.

"Miss are you ok?"

She turned around. A young man, probably close to her age was behind her.

"What?" she asked.

"You're crying," he said. "Are you ok?"

She lifted her fingers to her face, feeling the wetness on her cheeks.

She didn't even know she had been crying.

"I'm alright," she said grabbing her stuff and walking away.

"It's just the beginning of the end."